There was a box of them. Of course it was poignant but we often smiled as we sorted through the collection. We told stories to each other and the kids as we lifted each one out. Trying to explain what it was, how it worked and what he’d done with them brought memories back. Him sitting, lost in his worlds. “But it’s so big!” they said. “He used that?” “Didn’t people laugh?” Consoles, wearables, peripherals. Some almost new, some well used and some with damage that told its own story. If we could only access the data-stories still locked inside.