It was a promise: You collect it. You own it. You bring it home.
There was ArcPad 10.
You remember the weight of the rugged PDA in your palm—thick-bezeled, sun-glared, stylus-scratched. Boot-up took forever, and the GPS fix was a prayer answered in open sky, never under canopy. But when that little green dot blinked to life, you were mapping . arcpad 10
ArcPad 10 wasn’t a platform.