Clothed in shiny, shiny metal and what looks like glass, this story’s hero rides interesting shirttails. China, strapped for land, imposed a one-child policy in the year of our Lord, 1979 to clamp down on the teemingly overwhelming life in its country. Thirty years later, the same nation is amuck with clones and clones of clones. Factories upon factories birth product after product which look and smell like like they came from companies who sweated and scratched businesses together. But they are not. Our hero, the APhone, looks like an iPod touch or an iPhone, but carries Google’s Android in its loins; and strangely enough, its nomenclature is reminiscent of products from the infamous clone manufacturer, Meizu. One Child, many clones – ride the technological wave, China.