I hold in my hand, a thin wafer of plastic, fitted with tiny gadgets and watchamacallits too small to be seen by even a good pair of eyes. Some parts appear round and circular, metallic to the touch, hanging off of the plateau with little tiny feet, and appear to be embedded in tiny globules of chrome. Other intricacies look like tiny champagne bottles, missing the cork and painted skin beige.
Different colors mark their sides, describing their physical properties, almost like a name.
Their small arms connect them to the turf, which are also embedded in the goo along with other cousins and variations of their race. Next, there are funny looking things that seem not to belong in this tiny world of devices. Insect-like black boxes, with eight or more legs sticking out of their sides, seem to have a life and a place of their own. They can be moved from their place of residency, with the proper tools, to take the place of another family member. Their bodies are composed of even smaller components, simulated by various metals of the earth.