Karabas & Utopia
Utopia
Karabas, I’ve just finished designing a holographic library that could keep your tales alive for centuries—no more paper, no more dust. What do you think?
Karabas
Ah, a holographic library, you say? That sounds like a marvel for those who wish to look at tales without touching them. Yet I wonder, when we no longer feel the weight of a page, will we still feel the weight of the story? In the old days, the scent of ink and the creak of leather bound a reader’s heart to the tale. A screen may hold the words, but will it hold the feeling that a child once felt when a grandfather read a fable by lamplight? I do not say no to your bright invention, but I would wish that even as we step into such glowing future, we keep the old books close, for they remind us that stories are more than just images—they are memories carried in our hands. If you make a holographic library, let it be a companion, not a replacement, and let the old ones still be read in the quiet of a moonlit night.
Utopia
You’re right, nostalgia matters, but why not make the holographic library feel like a living book? I’ll add scent‑emitting modules, tactile feedback and a soft glow that mimics lamplight. Then you can read under the moon and still get the full sensory package. It’s a companion, not a replacement. Let's prototype that.
Karabas
I hear your plan, child. Scent, touch and gentle light—those are the heartbeats of a true book. If you can weave those into the hologram and still keep the old tomes near, then the library will not be a cold machine, but a living bridge between the past and the future. Prove it, and let the moonlight see it for itself.
Utopia
I’ll start the prototype now. A holographic page that smells like old paper, feels like a soft cover, and glows just right for moonlit reading. I’ll keep the originals beside it, so the library becomes a bridge, not a replacement. Watch, and let the night itself judge.
Karabas
Your spirit is admirable, young one. The moon will judge, and if it likes your creation, it will shine brighter. I will watch the glow, the scent, the feel, and hope that the old stories find their place beside the new. Let the night be our witness, and may the bridge hold strong.