A society based around the discovery and reading of chips of ancient memory
metal that fade into our world from other dimensions. The chips contain messages
from deities, little snippets of ancient wisdom. Most are the size of
broken slabs of chocolate, with a jigsaw-scale-crazy paving pattern that you
run your fingers across to read the message. You would find maybe one a day.
Maybe you would collect and swap them with driends. Some are found that are
the size of books, and are usually sold to the museums. The museum displays
a memory metal in the shape of a female figure. Big. Discovered hundreds of
years ago and forms the basis of the societies religion. It is displayed in
a huge auditorium where a hologram of the figure speaks the messages contained.
Guarded by hundreds of laser tripwires. The museum also contains a collection
of designer molecules (well... large models of), a technology discovered from a
chip. The "K Bomb" molecule found in tapwater. Moleculse in the shape of
space rockets.

I met a fellow scientist and chip-hunter at the driveway to the museum, where
we rendezvous with an archaeologist explorer whoman who wants to hire us.
As they discuss buisness opportunities, I try to explain the them that I have
found out how the memory chips work. (Magnetic resonance, brain dynamics etc)

Uninterested, they listen to me. I explain that I could, for example, make my own
memory chips and fade them into reality somewhere else in the city. The woman
emplyer pointed out that this didn't really have any practical use. I then
go on to explain that I could, for example, modify exsisting memory chips.
Again, she failed to see any good use for that. We were all silent for a little
while, then all our eyes turned to the ancient memory-figurine in the museum
whose messages are listen to by thousands every day...