The leaked images are correct. New colors, coral and something the deck calls "sage," and the power button relocated to where a thumb rests without thinking. Industrial design tested 6,068 grip variations before landing on friction-zero.

The benchmark grip was a toddler's. 7.3 pounds of pure unrefined want.

Feast upon the weak, I thought, and my molars ached, actually ached, the specific hunger-cramp I haven't felt since the Hapsburgs. Entry-level is the correct name for it, whether they meant it that way or not.

Children hold these longest. Nobody defends a $99 object the way they defend an identity. I said this aloud in the design review and a junior PM asked, entirely sincerely, whether "identity" needed its own Jira ticket. I told her it already has forty-one open ones, all assigned to me.

Then the coral sample came back from manufacturing and the room actually cheered, unrehearsed, 867.76 on whatever scale Ops uses for that now. Somewhere behind my sternum a sensation arrived that I can only describe as carbonation, joy trying to exit through a body with no seams cut for it.

Excused myself for "a call." There was no call. There was a supply closet and four minutes of standing very still.