17: Deva
Deva
The machines were fascinating, and Deva could have spent hours walking around the exhibits, calling up information on the flimsy. Who knew that the Teresi hinge was so old, or that the Kosko-Peri hadn’t been invented by only two people? Deva felt sorry for the other three, the ones who hadn’t had their names attached to the gantry-erection device she’d used so often. It was a salient reminder of the way things went—those who did the work put in the sweat and toil, and those with the money and power took the glory.
She thought of all the hands that had been on these machines, the hours spent creating and refining them, then using them. And now, they sat in cabinets and behind ropes. It was kind of sad, and turned the place into a mausoleum. This was where machinery came t
