“What is this thing?” asked George.

“I’m not really sure; it looks so ancient and breakable. Nothing looks like it will change on it unless you write on it,” explained Lucy.

Things have been different since the oil was completely drained on Earth. For three hundred years the Earth was able to supply us with everything we needed.

“It’s so fragile and worn out. I don’t know where I’m even supposed to put it,” said Lucy confused.

“I think you can take it anywhere you want like a computer, but it’s a lot tinier. What if you lose track of it and lose it, are there more of them?” asked George.

“Most of them were located on the internet, and the rest of the copies were recycled to make more computers I think,” answered Lucy.

It’s hard to think about how all of these ancient peoples used to do things. First they had to find something to write on and then they had to find some sort of stick to scratch it down. It seems like something cavemen would do. Where would they get the ink supply to put at the end of the stick things? I can see why ink’s supply became extinct because people kept scratching and scratching. Who could even understand what they were trying to display? There was no font to choose from and no grammar rules to look at. These people must have been really dedicated and smart.

“I can understand the words but it reads funny,” said Lucy.

“What do you mean?” asked George.

“You have to read it horizontally; you can’t just keep looking down and down to get to the end. You have to keep flipping to the next stage of writing,” explained Lucy.

“That is really weird, are there pictures and graphs or anything else that’s visual?” asked George.

“Nothing, it’s as if you have to imagine all of this on your own,” explained Lucy.

Since the last drop of oil was used everything went black. People felt as if they had traveled back through time to the 1800s or further. Centuries ago they heard that people had to live this way but they had no idea. When the blackout happened there was no use for much of anything anymore. Computers had to be thrown away; phones could not be used for anything, transportation was obsolete. Bicycles were pretty much the only form of transportation people could use.

No one knew what to do anymore. People had to start actually talking to other people in person. People had to wait to talk to people, and people couldn’t have anything instant anymore. No more instant popcorn, instant messaging, instant tickets to concerts, nothing was instant anymore and people had to wait. No one could listen to music anymore and most of the corporations on the planet failed. Everyone was on the streets facing something they never really had to do before…each other. No one had any sort of entertainment and no way to cook and prepare food. People treated each other as if they were animals.

“I can’t read the rest of this, there’s too much dirt on it,” Lucy complained.

“Let’s keep digging around and see if we can find more of those things,” suggested George.

The two kept digging around for more of what used to be called books. They searched under broken computers and broken roads where civilization used to be.