Locally, it was known as the Rich Man’s Folly, a name that had been applied to half a dozen things over the years. But unlike the underground tunnel systems or the small water treatment plant, this one looked set to keep the name for years.
After all, the town had at most a thousand people living in it, why would it need a fiberoptic internet node with a maximum capacity of a yottabyte per second, whatever the hell that was?
Thing is, it was on Native land, and thus copyright law worked differently there.
Less folly, more legal run-around really.