Let the scavengers in the ruins download it. Let the farmers in the plains run it on their salvaged servers. The fire was free. All they had to do was look.
Aris hit Enter.
Aris leaned back. With this one file, he could build a bridge between the shattered network clusters of the former United States. He could filter the toxic noise of the rogue AIs still broadcasting from the old undersea cables. He could protect the Library of Congress (the physical one, hidden in a salt mine) from the next DDoS attack.