Feb 04, 2011 07:30
I saw a blinking out of the corner my eye, and then it was gone. I knew it was a trick -- don't look! Then it was there again, the faint blink out of the corner of my eye. That's when I eyed my phone suspiciously. Like a child accused of stealing candy from the cupboard, it sat there, quietly, innocently. A little too innocently, if you ask me. It continued to sit there.
This time it had gone too far! The phone was mocking me!!! "No messages for you, Tav. Nobody loves you Tav. Awwww, poor baby is all alone. What's the matter, is your battery running down?" That's when I realized the error of my ways. This little device, this evil bauble, had heard all my conversations, knew all my friends, heard many secrets. It had to die; and yet, I depend on it too much. If you tell a man his lungs are killing him, is he obliged to rip them out?
I don't know. What I do know, is that this machine is evil, and one day I shall have my revenge. Time to start my own Butlerian Jihad...