New phone. (Old one broken, beyond repair they say with an infuriating shrug. It was only three years old and well treated.)
The phones of today scare me. I don't have the first idea what mine is doing. It asks me for mysterious downloads and updates and registrations and I feel as if I'm signing away my privacy and safety and soul. It has a bigger brain than I do and is always humming away, doing mysterious stuff in the background.
I'm sure it's only a matter of time before it starts to share information about me with the entire world. What I do, where I am, what my bank details had for breakfast.
And it conveniently fails to locate my high score on Angry Birds.
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