Last spark from the ashes

“It’s more complicated than that. We’ve got tech that’s more advanced than yours, sure. We’ve got tech seven or eight centuries old that’s still beyond us. Golden Age secrets.” She raps her chestplate for emphasis. “Technology leaps ahead, gets knocked back. It’s not linear. The people change, though. Not at the core, but they grow.”

She leans back against the couch, accidentally nudging it across the floor as she looks up at Hughes. Despite her little ramble, she’s curious. “What kind of tech do you have?”