But Ruth and Bill rummaged through the broken wilderness, concrete and glass skeletons scratching the never changing scarlet sky.
They found it under the forgotten people’s waste.
A strange rectangular metal plate, its smooth surface reflecting the orange light. Unlike the molten debris scattered over the burnt ground.
It opened into two, a bright image erupting from one half.
Bill pushed one of the black buttons on the other.
Moving pictures of people, laughing. Blue sky? The ancients?
Ruth slammed it shut.
“They have nothing to say to us.”