My definition of what’s valuable is slowly starting to change.
I emptied a storage chest of highly valuable granite today to fill it up with glass instead.
Now, for the number of silicone planets, planetesimals, and asteroids in this galaxy, we’re not going to run out of sand anytime soon in the greater galactic economy.
But here on Junk Rock (as I’m calling the place right now), glass and sand are hard to come by, so I’m hoarding them like diamonds (literally, the diamonds are in the case next door) and granite, while very good at withstanding explosions and keeping zombies out, is taking second fiddle.
And I’m still topside, which is unusual for me. But it would be nice to go underground with the confidence that I have a full supply of baked potatoes, plenty of glass, lots of wood, and one incredibly stupid ducken.
(My bed was covered in eggs this morning. I am not happy.)
So I’m warming up, getting a nice sunburn, and filling my storage chests.