Some saw the tiny tag attached to me and turned their heads to another friend of mine beside me.
Some with eager eyes , maintained their stare onto my plastic-ky silver body. I could almost blush and short circuited, but i did'nt. I never was alive in the first place.
Those were the days, when i enjoyed the TV advertisements which praises my name with glory higher than the Mount Olympus. Pamplets were giving out to unwary customers, which further spreads my electronic propaganda in the mobile market.
I created an uproar. I was 3G King. But those days....
..... are over.
I was bought by a customer through some sales and shit. And how the kick assed commercials and reviews on the world wide web had manage to conceive this young boy into buying, well... me.
As the saying goes, no one is perfect, that includes the shiny silvery me. I had flaws, but my owner didn't care. He didn't care if the speed dial didn't work, he didn't care if the head set was buggy. After all, he bought it and he's satisfied. Yes, that's what customer satisfaction is all about no matter the amount paid.
Still, i worked my circuits on him for a straight 6 months. A good run i might say, i wasn't design to last anyway, only to sucker buyers into buying me piece of crap. Well, not that i wish to degrade myself to such low standards. Its just, just, i don't know anymore, guess, i'm kinda dead.
A freak accident had caused my demise. I sort of drowned, sort of got the shock of my life. When i say shock, i mean to short circuit. When i say drown, i meant that water got into my sensitive area*blush*, my circuit boards. Here's the cool thing, it ain't just normal water. Salt, i am sort of allergic to salt. Hands down to sea water for giving me a quick and painless death. I didn't know
how exactly salt water got into me, that's because he put me into a box before i could see where was i, so i could not really say how i died.
My owner had tried to revive me through various means. He went to the great papa, who is the servicing centre for me. I would to call it my club house because sometimes i do get to meet my fellow electronic friends whom i met during my childhood at the factory. We would chat about how our owner abuse us, verbally and non-verbally through rough handling and of course, the cruel water treatment. However, even the great papa was unable to do anything to get me working, i would just trip and die off again, and again, and again.
So, as i was deemed hopeless and incurable. I got to have my final glory as i got screwed over and over again. It felt nice at first, but when my entrails came out, oh boy, it was such a magnificent sight. FeO aka rust had made my body home. It was a visually stunning display of red and silver, and some charred spot around my waist. Truly, i was a goner.
Now, i present to you the last of my final moments..... Please remember me, i am Nokia 6680.
