First, they invented sticks and then they invented stones. And so and so the Sphinx was conceived somewhere in the midsts.
Next, they invented the internet and then hail and then brimstone. The wheel was invented three hundred times and forgotten. Fire has never been invented; it was there all along.
The combined harvest, the vacuum suitcase and the cooking skillet were first conceived in stone resin, but had to be discarded, due to weight compensation.
In the cloisters, gathered beneath the toolbox of the mystical characters, Sphinx tinkered with an air fryer on a bench, hoping that if she hit it hard and often enough, it might morph into a driverless kettle or a door handle with speech recognition. The machine, of uncertain parentage, lay upon the bench, its wheels spinning helplessly in the air, while the Sphinx unknitted its circuitry.
Her workshops, clamps lining the shelves, were spacious. Drill bits in sweet jars and a wall of mysterious instruments hanging in uneven rows, with piles of broken in the corner. Countless nail drivers and electric soldering sockets ordered across any empty spaces.
Just now, a knocking sound at the door was answered and the Blue Knight made entrance. As he often, when his muse was asleep or just resting. His writing cabin place and study situated in the next bay of the open plan work area.
The bell will not chime, he said, have you got a screwdriver or some nail scissors?
Not now, said the Sphinx, I’m on the verge of a breakthrough. This cassette deck might revolutionise the space race.
Can’t wait, said Blue, the people of the Space City of Az are in need.
Why didn’t you say, putting down her hammer onto the last with a clink, How can I?
A wandering knight has come to the great outer gates, said the Blue Knight, with tales of an approaching cataclysm. It seems that there is no water on the moon after all, only lemon juice. We needs must send some bottled or deliver by dirigible hose. The Moononauts have lowered a string tube to aid in the fishing of water from various lakes, but it keeps getting tangled in the high trees and buildings. Could you programme your AI invention kit to chug out a few soluble options? Or should we abandon the moon and go direct to Saturn where the ice is positioned, conveniently, in rings.
I think we should concentrate on moving from the Bronze age into the Industrial Revolution first, said she Sphinx, there are no short cuts here. Hopefully no one will be hurt, this revolutionary zeal can be quite caustic. Take this electric fusion powered, radio-controlled hose, which may hang from a heavy-duty drone and attach it to the space navigation project.
By the by, should we be transporting our precious liquids from the earth? Surely there is more than suffish in the asteroid larder?
Fair point, said the Blue Knight, I shall make an indelicate suggestion. The Moononauts could easily go delving in the relevant section of the shopping mine.
The Guardians of the Cave 