I am afraid, however, that all I have known - that my story - will be forgotten. I am afraid for the world that is to come. Afraid that Alendi will fail. Afraid of a doom brought by the Deepness.
Until someone discovers your cache of tungsten carbide and sells it for scrap to be turned into ball bearings and drill bits.
The cap stones of the pyramids were taken for building construction. The rare velum paper with ancient Greek mathematics was bleached and used for daily prayers.
Perhaps the copper complaint survived because it was on worthless dry clay.