Polaroids from this era should have been slightly blurry, yet as Jiang Han looked at this photograph, its clarity rivaled the camera of a smartphone produced by some top-tier corporation in later years. It was downright magical.
It had perfectly captured the tsunami formed from those translucent red sea flowers.
Satisfied, she slipped the photograph into her wallet. When she got back, she would have to show it off to her sister.
"This kind of camera can be quite useful at certain times. Compared with modern cameras, it's small and convenient." Lin Zhaojun tugged at her collar, adjusted her soft hat, and held out a hand. "Our cameras are probably a little bigger than my upper body. I hear that in recent years, they've shrunk to only a little bigger than my head."
That comparison is giving me a headache... Jiang Han hummed curiously, linked her arm through Lin Zhaojun's, and asked as they headed toward the banquet hall, "Will they get even smaller in the future?"
"Of course not. By the standards of copper, iron, and tin, unless one had a Witch craft one by hand over several days, there's no way to make them smaller. If the process is to be simplified, this is probably the limit." Lin Zhaojun spoke smugly again. "But if I were the one making it, I could turn a camera into this model in fifteen minutes."
She waved the Polaroid for Jiang Han to see.
Witches truly were the foremost productive force, handcrafting crystal tubes and silicon products... Jiang Han guessed that witches probably had not yet considered how to make use of crystal tubes. The same went for mobile phones—their batteries were all removable now, and progress would not come until after 2004. Of course, witches might develop integrated phones much faster.