At noon, it rained. Not a storm—a soft, collapsible drizzle. Five hundred people didn’t run. They unfolded thin, recycled-plastic capes and kept walking. The festival had no center anymore. It was a line of glowing dots moving through the ferns, each person a node. I saw a couple charging their phone via a hand-crank attached to a bird feeder. I saw a child release a GPS-tracked seed bomb from a biodegradable drone.
The term "portable" in the file name is a significant indicator of the artifact’s timeline and intended use.