Our phones met across a crowded room. They reached out, shared memories and in a matter of moments were having the relationship which should have been ours.
Somehow that’s the way of things these days, a world we’ve become willing but unknowing participants in. Each shrinking into of our own spaces, counting friends, loving likes, having lots to look at but no one to talk to.
I think it’s probably what caused my phone to wander. Bored of my limited requirement it knew there were so much more it could be doing, so many boundaries it could be pushing.
I’d noticed a few strange things about it recently but had just put them down to age and a declining battery. Ironically the phone probably held similar opinions about me.
It was always worse if I sat somewhere for a while. Sipping my coffee, staring out of the window, surreptitiously listening to conversations and clearly losing the phone’s attention. If I suddenly decided to Google or tweet, there was always a delay before it reacted. Almost as if it had been caught out and was struggling to remember it’s primary function.
Now I know why. Somewhere in the ether, our algorithms met and two sims entwined. If I look at my phone now the history isn’t all mine, it’s similar but not quite as it should be. There are photos of things I wish I’d done, places I’ve always wanted to visit.
The phones knew what they were doing. You and I have similar dreams, shared aspirations and fantasies we once thought unique to ourselves.
The problem we have to face now is do we walk away, leave our phones to their relationship, or do we say hello.
David in the kitchen. 