Maybe he was crazy, he thought. It would explain everything. Insanity was good that way. - K. A. Bedford

“But that...” Spider paused, “is a fine piece of movie magic.” From a time when movies were magic, the last days of the old Hollywood studio system. These days if a film called for a prop like that, it would most likely be rendered digitally; if it had to exist in the real world at all, it could be whomped up in a 3D printer, sintered from various powders, fused together with lasers—and utterly disposable, like most of the films that came along these days. Nobody would preserve such a thing; nobody would see the point in keeping and restoring such props. It was a sad thing, at least for people Spider’s age, who remembered better times.

Okay, then," Spider said. "I have the D6. I have the wicked power of pseudo-random number generation right here in my hot little hand.

Spider!" Mr. Patel said, coming up to him, taking his hand, pumping it hard. "You're a hard man to find!"
"Evidently not hard enough.