'Wait...I know exactly what would confirm if this Voyager probe is the one I know,' Zhen Liu realized as he began to rub his hands all over the ancient machine. 'But where the hell is it?'
[Value] and [Meaning].
Once again, Zhen Liu was reminded that there were things in this world that were never black or white, simply shades of gray.
The bars of [Malevolent Gold] that flowed out of this terrible mine were rich in [Value], but had a [Meaning] so terrible that it made Zhen Liu sick.
That skull totem that Maggie was guarding with her life, was richer in [Meaning] than anything he had handled but had less [Value] than a handful of silver coins.
The Voyager probe, though, had equal richness in terms of both [Value] and [Meaning].
The materials used to construct this probe was relatively mundane in comparison to the metals found on Valresta, but the technologies that empowered it were greater than anything that this world had ever conceived, hence its rich [Value].
