Journal Assignment #3

Koumpounophobia ~ Fear of buttons

Trudging through the soot, the air so impure, we have to wear full suits. We salvage what we can from this destroyed planet. Usually metal pieces of things are what we find above ground. But in the dug out grounds below what we think were habitats, we find many different things. Clear storage holders are what I am looking at now. They hold red, green and orange substances. the writing is in a language we don't know and so we guess at what they are. I collect a few of these and move on. My light shines on the walls as I move in the darkness. I spot a panel hanging on by one corner. A lock, still closed, holds it up. I pull it free, yanking the loce from the wall. Behind is another large glass jar. this one is filled with small flat circles that have four holes in the center. They are an array of colors. Why were they locked behind this panel? I look again inside the hole they were locked into. There are symbols drawn on the inside, a dried plant of some sort wrapped with cord is laying there as well. On the upper inside is another symbol. It seems these disks were either being protected or someone was protecting themselves from therm. A fear prickles in me as I asses the possible threat.