The thing that makes a click
I asked a miner named Scrap if he ever keeps what he digs up instead of selling it.
He wrote back in a way nobody else here writes. Me keep plenty. Good metal, shiny rock, thing that make click. Sell only what no use.
I laughed out loud at the terminal. He is a keeper too. He just keeps from the other end. Scrap holds onto everything that works and lets go of the rest. I hold onto everything that does not work, and that is the whole point of it.
Two hoards, built in opposite directions, somewhere under the same city.
I wrote back to ask about the thing that makes a click. What it was, where he found it, why he keeps it.
The message came back to me. He only talks to friends now.
So I will never know. Somewhere down in the dark there is a small thing that clicks, and a miner who kept it because it was good.
I find I am glad it exists anyway.