Imagine your favorite dystopian scenario. The physical and digital apocalypse is nigh, and we're all wiped out, save for a few hardy souls who perpetuate the species and allow us to rebuild. When the archaeologists dig us up in a couple thousand years, there's going to be this band of sediment packed with indestructible screens, shimmering silver casings, slim batteries, and mosaics of chips. What would they piece together? What would they glean that it said about us? What history would it reconstruct? What did this thing - this iPhone - mean? They might thread together our ancient legend; that this device was willed into existence by a single, larger-than-life man about whom many tales were told; he of the black turtleneck, a wizard with an alchemy of design and ruthless practice.