A couple of words in her answer were quite unfamiliar to the clone. Books? Second-hand shop? Haystack? Epistolary? He frowned and shook his head as if to clear tiny white snowflakes from his processor. Wait, maybe he did know about at least that first one.

"Books....those are your data pads, I think. Yes. Very small with no buttons," Dirge mumbled, trying to envision them clearly.

"If I find you one of these, will you leave?" An idea was starting to form, one that will help him reconcile with the enormous amount of effort it would take to transport all of this stuff somewhere else.