Always struck me as a weird descrepency in William Gibson's "Idoru":
> (...) His computer there, a featureless black cube. A shallower shelf of the juice-carton board supported a pale blue microwave, unopened ramen bowls, and half a dozen tiny steel cans of coffee.
> One of these, freshly microwaved, was hot in Chia's hand. The coffee was strong, sugary, thickly creamed. She sat beside him on the lumpy bed ledge, a padded jacket wadded up behind her for a cushion.
I mean, you can't (well shouldn't) microwave a steel can, right?
A (regular) steel beverage can is pretty thin, and comes with sharp edges on the opener ring/tab? (I suppose the tab could be plastic - but they're not now)
> (...) His computer there, a featureless black cube. A shallower shelf of the juice-carton board supported a pale blue microwave, unopened ramen bowls, and half a dozen tiny steel cans of coffee.
> One of these, freshly microwaved, was hot in Chia's hand. The coffee was strong, sugary, thickly creamed. She sat beside him on the lumpy bed ledge, a padded jacket wadded up behind her for a cushion.
I mean, you can't (well shouldn't) microwave a steel can, right?