I grinned like a kid who had just cracked the safe.
"That, Aunt, is a battery from the Apocalypse World. Stable storage, no chemical decay, doesn't catch fire, doesn't swell, doesn't degrade. You could drop it off a skyscraper and it would still hold a perfect charge. They're littered everywhere over there. The kid I bought four of these from looked at me like I was the village idiot for spending money on batteries instead of bullets. Cost me less than a sandwich."
Mira turned the sleek little cell over in her fingers, holding it up to the lamplight, then tapped the charging port with a manicured nail.
"And on Earth?" she asked.
