Zara stared at the glowing green logo on the side of her machine—a logo she’d always ignored. Reluctantly, she opened the laptop’s belly and slid out the tiny, burnt Bluetooth chip. It clicked into a palm-sized recycler pod like a cartridge into a game console.
“RPLC?”
She handed him a fresh module. He installed it. His eyes lit up. “It works! But how did you know it would fit?” rplc bluetooth