"It would have been nice for whoever rebuilds this world to keep information from the previous cycle, but it's clear they're biased towards the Ancients. No surprise there." He shrugged and gave a small squeak. They had at least one person who could translated the writing.

Ales laid a hand on the power device, brushing off the thin layer of dust that either accumulated from years of neglect or from lazy cleaners. "Let me take a loot at this."

He turned on his computer, which projected a holographic screen in front of the Teensie. His first method would be to hack into the machine without touching its delicate frame, but it that didn't work, he had the old-fashioned mechanical engineering background to fall on.