One evening, Zara’s neighbor, elderly Mr. Ito, knocked on her door. “My hearing aid’s Bluetooth receiver failed. But the company says they don’t make this model anymore.”
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 bluetooth
“RPLC?”