The lack of vehicles extends to farm equipment as well then, I take it.
[It's not quite a question. He hasn't seen a single car, truck, or vehicle of any kind. Most technology seemed very subdued at best, things like clocks and watches. Why hadn't anyone simply built more?]
.... My world was also a binary system, with a half-dozen moons as well. The desert alternates between rocky and sandy, the few species that live there suited to it, besides humankind. The only 'farming' that existed was the enslavement of my people and abusing them until they used their natural power to supply food and water to humanity. There were no gardens, no true forests, nothing like this. There is only one place where even a tree grew, and that supported by the will and gifts of one of my Sisters, trapped underground.
[Nothing changes in the tone of his voice as this is said, but black hatred boils up beneath it, the sort that could and has led to the massacre of millions. Knives throttles it back down neatly; he's had a lot of practice. Luke wasn't using his kind to keep this place growing. Only, as far as he could see, the dirt, sunlight and water.
Something close to serenity is easy enough for Knives to recapture, replacing the moment of violent dislike completely, though he eyes the offered hand roughly the same way someone might regard being handed a poisonous snake. But after a moment, with extreme reluctance, the offered hand is taken. Knives is careful to not squeeze in the process. Humans were so fragile.]
[Action set in a dishpan to dry]
[It's not quite a question. He hasn't seen a single car, truck, or vehicle of any kind. Most technology seemed very subdued at best, things like clocks and watches. Why hadn't anyone simply built more?]
.... My world was also a binary system, with a half-dozen moons as well. The desert alternates between rocky and sandy, the few species that live there suited to it, besides humankind. The only 'farming' that existed was the enslavement of my people and abusing them until they used their natural power to supply food and water to humanity. There were no gardens, no true forests, nothing like this. There is only one place where even a tree grew, and that supported by the will and gifts of one of my Sisters, trapped underground.
[Nothing changes in the tone of his voice as this is said, but black hatred boils up beneath it, the sort that could and has led to the massacre of millions. Knives throttles it back down neatly; he's had a lot of practice. Luke wasn't using his kind to keep this place growing. Only, as far as he could see, the dirt, sunlight and water.
Something close to serenity is easy enough for Knives to recapture, replacing the moment of violent dislike completely, though he eyes the offered hand roughly the same way someone might regard being handed a poisonous snake. But after a moment, with extreme reluctance, the offered hand is taken. Knives is careful to not squeeze in the process. Humans were so fragile.]
Knives Millions. I'm somewhat new to this prison.