Caleb had never seen it before. He clicked.
A file folder, its icon a simple manila tab, sat in the bottom-right corner. It wasn't labeled "System" or "Applications." It was labeled: . alaska mac 9010
The number wasn't a model. It was a filing code, an inventory ghost from the old Prudhoe Bay logistics depot. Most of those machines had been scrapped, their guts pulled for gold or dumped into permafrost pits. But this one had refused to die. Caleb had never seen it before