He whistled as he scrolled through the logfile on the back screen. “This is the best one I’ve ever seen. Slick. All the ones I’ve seen were 3-D printed and kind of plasticky.”

I couldn’t help myself. “There’s a co-op, ex-Palantir kids who vested out and started a maker space. They mill the aluminum and print their own circuit boards. Friends of friends. There used to be a waiting list but now that they’ve ramped up production there’s no problems.”

He nearly dropped the phone when I said the P-word. I didn’t let myself smile.

“You trust it?”

As in, Do you trust that people who made their fortunes spying on people wouldn’t screw you over? I rolled my eyes. Oh, baby, if you only knew.