Greta was fascinated, and Oscar’s interest was caught despite himself. He hadn’t realized that nomad manufacturing had become so sophisticated. He glanced up and down the long aisle. They were entirely surrounded by the detritus of dead American computer and phone industries, impossibly worthless junk brightly labeled with long-dead commercial promos. "Brand-New In the Box: Strata VIe and XIIe!" There were long-dead business programs no sane human being would ever employ. Stacks of bubblejet cartridges for nonexistent printers. Nonergonomic mice and joysticks, guaranteed to slowly erode one’s wrist tendons.... And fantastic amounts of software, its fictional "value" exploded by the lost economic war.