I sit in this isolated room and wonder what is to become of me. Traces of a wry smile soon cease.
How much longer will these damp, moldy walls stay my friends? When will the leaking ceiling stop being my alarm in the morning? Will I be forever confined to these four walls, or will I be burned in the blazen furnace that is the recycling compartment?
I do not know everything nor have I never prided myself in knowing everything, yet now I just wish I could read my future circumstances; to know what will become of me.
I think what sickened me the most was that I was once like some of the latest phones: new, shiny and fresh on the shelf. I sneered as I watched other phones being removed from the stalls, and hung onto every lie that the developers fed me.
I felt superior to others amongst me, I boasted myself of being the best. Of course however, the day came when I was due to be put in the box, stored at the back where outdated, broken or out of contract phones were placed for shipping.
Life's a lot different from this perspective.
Now I'm the neglected one, it hurts to see the naievity in the foolishness of the most recent models. They look down upon you and I, merely because they consider their value higher than ours.
See that Galaxy A8, up there? Aren't you the same rose gold colour as it? Don't you both run the same android software? Yes, you do, yet the fact that you are both phones doesn't falter their stance on value, or their perfectly poised shape.
We're all phones, yet we are divided by our differences in hardware and software. I suppose the truth really does hurt, once it sinks deep enough.
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rEvolution
Teen Fiction"Every gadget thinks they'll be the first one to last forever. But let's be real - it's never gonna happen" Set in modern society, follow the journey of a gadget, adamant to change the psychology of its human developers.
