Not so different

You have noticed the silver balls, haven’t you? The ones that the fae have been holding, or checking, or waving around as extensions of a gesture, and you feel the are familiar. You should, because they are the very thing that you would have used to call for directions to head away from this woods in the first place, had the magic not fouled up technology the way it does. That is one thing about magic, it and technology don’t mix well, and so the fae come up with new ways to use the ideas of technology. There is, as there always is when changes comes whispering in the winds, confusion and debate and arguments about the value of those silver balls, and some of the more traditional rue the invention of the seemingly innocuous things. This is a debate you are probably familiar with. If the fae weren’t as long-lived, the debate here would probably rage as hotly, and as spasmodically, as it does in your world, but the truth is that shifts in tradition are gradual here, though the ability of the silver balls outstrip anything your mortal inventors can come up with. That is the benefit, and the down side, of magic, changes are amplified and extended and turn into their own beasts soon enough.
But it is not the magic that is the cause of the debate here, but the need for the silver balls. They are seen as quaint but unnecessary by most, though there are enough hanging from belts to make a lie of that statement, and there are enough moments that are captured in clarity and fog that the use of them has shifted. The idea was based on the scrying balls, large marble and obsidian creations forged with a magic so strong none can break it, but the underlying magic was simple, and when someone figured that out. Well, you can see the result yourself. Unlike the scrying balls, these little silver ones are more shifting to be more for the collection of images and information, providing an easy to access store that means a fae never really feels alone. They do not wish to, not in these dark times. You think I wander the forests to keep an eye out for mortals alone? No, I spend much of my time seeking the fae who have strayed too far, took a wrong turn, who encountered something they were not prepared for, and I too use the silver balls, called Argons for ease, to find people. I care not if they cause concerns for memory, for self-reliance, for attention span, they are not only the source of much entertainment and the holder of memories and moments in time. They are a safety net in a time when the world is not as safe as it once seemed. Who am I to say that they are good, or bad, or otherwise? I have my own argon, and I use it as much as I do, for what I will. Though I do sometimes wonder at the cost of safety.