Steel Towers

You take a few cans. Some beans, peaches, apples, and oranges.
The fact that these people were able to preserve their foods for so long is quite an achievement. The preserves that are created today don't last nearly as long, long enough to get through a year or so, but these canned goods have lasted for decades.
Though, while they taste better than most canned goods, the fresh still is still better.

Indeed, being in deific control of canned foods and drink would be valuable and fortuitous.
You would bring the holy word of your preserving foodstuffs to all whom required it.
Although, imagining the strange circumstances that would lead a group of people to believe in a deity with cans as it's sphere of influence is rather strange.
Dwelling on this concept makes you chuckle a bit.

Your knowledge is limited, but you know a fair bit. This temple is dedicated to the goddess of Space, one of the six most important gods of the Old world's pantheon.
She's tied for the second place of power, and is the twin of the god of time. The two work simultaneously to weave together the fabric of the universe as a funeral shroud for the first god, fate, who is sort of dead sort of not? Gods are weird about death you're not sure how that's supposed to work. 
She and Time had more active roles in the way that everything unfolded, as they were the ones that created the universe and the laws that governed it.
She taught Time weave, and together they created a tapestry that served as a way for the two of them to grieve of the god of Fate's untimely, or rather, as it died of old age somehow, timely passing. 
In the tapestry, somehow three other gods were created, you think from tears?

Myths are weird, man.

These three other gods were spread across the vast distance of the universe however, and did not know any other existed, so they began to create things.
The Mason was a goddess of physical crafts, she was the patron to sculpture and carpenters, anything that was that was created with labour was her domain.
She carved planets across the galaxies, the stone her canvass that she shaped into glorious spheres as a testament to her art. Each was devoid of life, however, as she was alone, and it reflected in the art.
The Muse was the goddess of the immaterial arts, those that were spoken, written, or, preferably sung. In the vast emptiness of the universe at this point, she knew no companionship, and sang in no language what could still be understood as deep loneliness. It is said that her first song echos through the vacuum of space, and it's sorrow is briefly heard by those who contemplate the vast void for too long.
The Painter, the last of the six, was the god of, what else, painting. As well as other mediums that aimed mostly to capture something in a moment or few, like a picture, or a movie. He whipped his brush across the black skies, and with his first few strokes, created nebulae of brilliant colour, from which the fist stars formed, stars that he hoped would bring him freedom from the empty isolation he found himself in.

After billions of years, the three met, and in their elation from companionship, used their talents to create something together.
The Painter painted a grand star to symbolize the warmth of togetherness, The Mason carved the Earth and it's sister planets, and even gave him a sister in the Moon, shaping the valleys and mountains of his body, shaping out canyons and even carved something she had never set to do before, and carved sculptures of the things that root themselves in and the things that roam upon the surface of the earth. The painter took his brush and painted them vibrant colours, and took to painting the sky blue, before running out of blue paint after having completed the oceans.
How does a god run out of the very thing he is the god of? You may never know.
But at this point, their creation was lacking a certain something, a spark of motivation for mechanization.
And so The Muse began to sing.
Her voice moved the planets, creating day and night, allowing the birth of the seasons, and convinced the winds to whip up a frenzy upon the stone features of the earth, allowing them to change.
Finally, descending upon the earth, she sang to the things that were not rooted into the earth, and for this, they began to move, and life was given to the universe that was not a god.
In the eyes of this church, humans weren't inherently special. In fact, the majority of the primal gods, gods and goddesses that aren't embodiments of emotions or human concepts, are shaped nothing like humans at all, but are in fact rather insectoid like in their depictions. And kinda freaky looking. At one point, when everything was viewed equally under the eyes of the gods, the animals tricked the muse and stole her voice, but humans were some of the only ones willing to actually help recover it, so the others were stripped of their favour, and it was given to humans.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on who you talk to, that's considered surface knowledge by most people.

You aren't one hundred percent sure, but you're pretty sure the Two, Space and Time, are twins, but they were created by Fate, and they don't exactly have "parentage", so perhaps to the old world these two were a couple?
You have no idea, and the religious text only offers so much information, as not all of it is in english. This weird blocky language shows up in snippets a bunch of the time, and whole chapters at a time are written like that
Ah, like here.




This a rendering of the god of Fate, so you assume the markings on it's body are it's name.
Probably.
You mean, its a reasonable assumption, but you can't be certain.
Its sad to think though, that with the fall of the old world, this language has likely been lost, and that while it's words live on in paper, you can't procure the language from these pages. It's clear that it held a great deal of importance to these people, though, as the script shows itself not only in the book, but the tapestries hanging around the building and engraved into the stone walls of the grand cathedral.
Maybe some linguist in the future can reconstruct it.
That's probably wishful thinking at best though.

Awe striking indeed, you think.

Once more outside, you see the deep engravings of the lost tongue, and wonder to yourself what it all could mean.
More than certainly it has religious relevance, but you wonder why its so used in this regard.

You return back down the empty street to head for Joe's Hardware, and come across your spent tesla grenade.
There's a reason these things don't work after the first use. That's mostly because you can fix them later, but also because you melt large portions of the inside form the sheer amount of heat generated by the current. You aren't sure if you're wasting the few energy cells you can find like this, but at least those are rechargeable.
That is, if you can find a way to do that.
You're probably not going to be able to pick this up for a few more minutes yet, so you head on down to the hardware store.



Looking inside through the glass door, it doesn't seem like anything of value lies on the shelves of this dilapidated local business.
There is still one item that rests upon the wooden racks within, however.
An old farmer's almanac, from what looks like... 2042?
Wow, even for before the plague winds, that's outdated. What was it still doing in this old store?



The book, while once useful, served it's purpose to those people long ago, and you have no need of it. You return to the manhole cover retrieve your spent grenade.

Meanwhile, a revisionary copy of the 7870 farmer's almanac was placed on your desk hours ago. You've largely ignored it for the moment, as you've still got a few more bundles of paper coming in. The music you requested hours earlier has long since faded away, leaving you in an automatic like state, simply going through the motions.
Its a serene feeling, and you enjoy every moment of it.

It is however, as denoted by the announcements,the beginning of midday break, and you needn't continue to work for now.

You have the rest of the hour off, and then its more work.
What to do in the meantime?