Uziclicker -

Years later, Uziclicker ran down. Its turquoise button no longer glowed; its papers were thin and reluctant. Miri pressed it once more, though she knew it might not answer. A single strip emerged, ink faint as a memory:

"When the map is burned, who will draw the coast?" uziclicker

Uziclicker was a little device that no one expected much from. It wasn’t sleek or polished; its case was matte black plastic, slightly warm to the touch, and its single button was a faded turquoise that glowed like a shy star when pressed. It lived in the bottom drawer of Miri Halvorsen’s desk, beneath a tangle of receipts and a ruler nicked by too many rulers’ fights. Miri had found it at a swap meet behind a bakery, lying on a blanket next to brass keys and a postcard of the Golden Gate. A hand-lettered tag read: “Uziclicker — asks one question; answers differently.” Years later, Uziclicker ran down