[ After her gift, Furiosa is expecting something equally suspect. A small item deceptively heavy in its emotional weight, punching above its class for impact. And given his reaction, she's pretty sure she's right.
But also, her mind chases the utility of it. ]
Is that a watch? I've never seen anything like it.
[ It's still weird to think of time as something that can be counted so precisely, tallied and totaled like the number of bullets in her gun rather than approximating the angle of the sun over the horizon. But it's all digital here.
She knows that it wasn't always like that. From the yellowed pages of books she saw drawings of the analog devices and descriptions of their ticking, as steady as a beating heart. Steadier even. Don't smash this Max. She'll take it if he doesn't want it. ]
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But also, her mind chases the utility of it. ]
Is that a watch? I've never seen anything like it.
[ It's still weird to think of time as something that can be counted so precisely, tallied and totaled like the number of bullets in her gun rather than approximating the angle of the sun over the horizon. But it's all digital here.
She knows that it wasn't always like that. From the yellowed pages of books she saw drawings of the analog devices and descriptions of their ticking, as steady as a beating heart. Steadier even. Don't smash this Max. She'll take it if he doesn't want it. ]
Does it still work?