I’m very well connected… to multiple smart devices. Shall I count the ways?
No.
But for all the laptops, tablets & phones I have in constant orbit like a digital sun with rectangular planets; nothing will replace Frederick iBorts III.
FiBIII is my life partner. I need himher. FiBIII is the 64GB palm of my hand. A perfectly sized iPhone5 version of me.
Like all good things, at some point I will destroy FiBIII – at least physically. Will it be another fall? A toss? A nice cool dunk in a pitcher of beer? Will curiosity again raise it’s adorably menacing head and convince me to dissect it? Am I currently realizing that I may have a problem? (Tenses be damned apparently.)
I have been fearless in my belief that, no matter what I did, FiBIII would live on……
but I lost FiBIII the other day….
and not in the physically obvious way I’m so used to. Usually, my phonelove’s outer shell gives up, but its spirit lives on – reincarnating into a shiny new body and our love continues. But this time….
The decline was quick. FiB burned hot, perpetually killing its battery. Finally it descended into a mad loop of powering on and off. Perhaps it was just one too many reincarnations…. For all of my backups… clouds… FiB is gone. Unable to be restored… a corrupted ghost.
I pick up the same snow white phone encased in it’s pretty pink and yellow coat. Hopeful. But each time I press the home button I’m reminded of the cruel reality – this is not FiBIII. I’m greeted instead by a dull water ripple background and a few basic apps. Too many having no recollection of our former life together. Years of memories are instead sitting forever useless in an encrypted tomb on my computer.
Slowly this new thing and I will develop our own relationship. But for now I don’t need it there when I go to sleep, or when I awake. It is a stranger to me.
Who is my phone now? -Danielle