In fact I like technology just as much as Frodo liked the ring, the first time he saw it. But it’s the same blood that flows in my veins - the same weakness.
And I just knew things were going to go downhill when I involuntarily exclaimed - “I will take the smart-phone to Mordor”, at the mobile store.
Slowly and surely I feel the device taking control. What started off as an accessory has slowly begun to overpower me and enslave me to its will. I sometimes slink to a corner to glance at my prized possession, completely invisible to others. Many times I catch myself sliding the touch screen for no apparent reason, only for the dreadful words to slip out - “my precious”.
It’s pure evil. And while you pay huge amounts of money for it, it never really is yours. After all, it is a thing of power, and it has no master. It’s the kind of thing mothers warn random strangers about. And you can’t fight it. You can’t stay away from it. It’s always there, calling you. It begs you to have a look at it every few minutes – when you’re at work, sleeping, on the pot, or sleeping on the pot, it demands your attention.
Soon I won’t eat. I won’t sleep. And I’ll probably retreat into a cave somewhere deep inside the earth’s crust. And all I’ll need is my smart-phone and a place to charge it. You see, one simply doesn’t become smarter by buying a smartphone. Now let me check why my phone hasn’t beeped for the last 3 minutes.
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