"I bet people fought harshly about who would go pick the Tablet up and then some more to make sure they wouldn't imprint it. And believe me, if someone gives in to temptation before going back home, hands are going to be thrown." Lith said.
"Gods, that's what you meant with the explosion of violence!" Judging by the yelling she could hear from the nearby houses, Solus knew he was right.
Even worse, she witnessed several people imprinting their Tablets the moment they came out of the Association just to gloat in front of their neighbors still in line. At the idea of the amount of arguing that a single moment of petty bragging would cause, Solus felt like she was to blame for it.
She sighed, her expectant expression turning into a frown.
"I'm starting to understand why my mother avoided people and never cared about how her creations were used. There is no winning."
