Prim, right-angled paths neatly bordered with clamshells, intersected it like moist red ribbons and in the beds between old-fashioned flowers ran riot.
Think about it: we've gone from arranging clamshells to general relativity to SDSS in a few thousand years—and if we hang on 40 more, we can map all the galaxies.
One came out of a clamshell supermarket box, meaning it was probably harvested when it was still unripe, immediately placed in a forced-air cooling unit, loaded onto a refrigerated truck and driven hundreds of miles.