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The little gadget was floating in the air over Peter’s shoulder. Things had advanced rapidly the last years. The world had changed. Anti gravity technology and artificial intelligence was everywhere, teleportation for those who could afford it.
Peter's phone helped him with everything. It pretty much told him everything he needed to know. Problem was it told him a lot more than that.
Move one foot then the other! Not so fast, you could fall! Eat! Drink! Take a piss!
Peter had had enough.
The phone shut up. For a while. Then It started nagging on again.
Breath in! Breath out!
He figured something had to be wrong with it, so he took it in to get it fixed.
-It’s intelligent, the shop keeper said. -These things just form part of its personalitiy.
Peter wanted to buy a new one, a cool and funny one, but he didn’t have the money. The cool ones were expensive. Until he got more money, he was stuck with this one.
Today Peter was going on his old fashioned bike to visit his grandma. He had gone down this road many times before, but no one really bothered to remember how to get places any more. Technology took care of that. It gave people more space in the brain to be entertained when they didn’t have to think for themselves.
Go left! the phone said. Slow down! There’s a dog behind that bush! Two birds are mating on the cables! Two people are going up the hill! You are…
-Shut the fuck up you useless artificial piece of hardware! Peter shouted. -You’re the most annoying little shit I’ve ever owned!
The phone shut up, floating by Peter’s head.
They went down the road fast. Silence.
Ah, this feels good, Peter thought. I don’t even need you, you rubbish. I can do without this stupid technology. You’re worthless, I will throw you away as soon as…
Turn right! the phone shouted abruptly in the alerting tone of danger. Instinctively Peter did what it said. Turned right, rounding a corner. He flew out into a two hundred feet deep abyss, screaming all the way down.
The little phone looked down at him from the top of the wall. It was going to need a new host. A less annoying one.
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