Ajani hunched over the battered tablet with its cracked screen. He did not complain. He was happy that it worked at all, so long after the stones had fallen.
It was not the only working computer in the Holy City, but it was the first he had found that contained the necessary programs. Even now its ancient processor churned, examining the glyphs and icons he had meticulously entered.
He rubbed the bruised bridge of his nose and winced. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.
He was just fading into sleep when the tablet bleated at him.