The true-untold-story-of-behind-the-scenes-of-life
0189 was blue. Like that once popular song, he was blue. Inside and outside. Most of them were green under their covers. The usual, regular green planes and circuits. He wasn't. He knew it. He was different. He was unique.
Like that song, 0189 was popular. He had been popular for a while now. Phone calls, voicemail and text messages, he was always there, happy to be there just for her and was glad to share her short-lived slices of life.
In the morning, he would wake her up. Although she never appreciated his alarming beeps, he knew she counted on him. For a greater good than her dreams would ever procure her, he would ring and vibrate and illuminate the room until her soft touch reached for him.
Often, her mom would call to make sure she was getting up and 0189 would kindly smile as if it was his own mother. "Have a good day Angel!," and they would both take a deep breath and get ready for a bright new day.
She would then put sweet music on and sing along to it as she prepared a bewitchingly wonderful smelling coffee and took a shower.
He secretly wished he was one of those fancy mp3 player phones so she could sing to his tones... and maybe take him in the shower. Were those high-end models waterproof?
Most of the time, on her way to school, he would slide wide open. May it be for a friend who wanted to make sure she was on her way, to double check about today's assignment due at 6 or to wish her a beautiful morning. He was there. He was present and attentive.
In class, 0189 would stand still and barely light up his screen if anything was happening. He understood he had to be quiet and respectful; she was working and doing her best to learn as much as she could.
On her break, he would be aware and busy; it was time to catch up with everyone. Last weekend, yesterday, tomorrow, next week, what's up?
She had a wristwatch. 0189 thought it was useless and silly. Why did she need this hybrid clock-wannabe-bracelet when he was there to give her time? Accurate and always up to date, he was connected to the central, not counting on an old fashion internal system holding on with a battery. So déjà vu!
He knew fashion was an important aspect of her feature plan. She liked to be at her best and looking good and he appreciated her for that. He felt important each time she would take one last glance at the mirror: the day would really start and he was with her. Still, he strongly believed that she could have worn him on her wrist if she really wanted. It would be original, bold and different, like him.
When she was tired, she would take a nap on the couch, leaving him alone in class. At first, he felt it was his duty to keep an eye on her stuff. Each time, he would become her Creative Guardian and watch over dd201, her computer.
dd201 was really sociable but couldn't stand to be baby-sat, especially by 0189; he had no connection whatsoever with him. He would never tell her but he thought that 0189 was just too blue. Too blue and outdated. After all, dd201 was online and could access the network and so much more... His best friend was Nano. They completed each other so well! dd201 would provide the music and cheer up Nano whenever he would be down or exhausted.
They would share mp3 or videos or pictures. Almost anything she wanted. The three of them had something special. A special thing that label can't describe. No matter which language you spoke, the only way to understand it was to feel their connection. Insightful emotionally-musical link.
“We’re all from the iPod generation, earbuds in our ears like wedding rings.”
Nano was a peculiar individual. He could be gentle or silent or loud on demand, but was extremely shy. He would always wear his black suit and his plastic scarf in order to discretely fit in. Besides, a cold could ruin his bright and delicate sophisticated screen.
0189 and Nano knew each other but weren't really friendly towards one another. Polite was more appropriate. One was busy at being shiny and entertaining and kept safe while the other one would take her attention away from the music and link her to the external world.
If only 0189 could play mp3 she wouldn't have to carry this fragile and precious selfish piece of hardware! He deeply knew that. They all did.
0189 was receiving a text message when the plan was born. An idea that would change his life. She would trust him and they would be closer than ever before. And... it would be so easy!
She was out for dinner. She was so hungry that she had forgotten him with dd201 and Nano. 0189 waited, and waited, and waited. He was ready but knew he would have to be patient in order to perfectly execute his stratagem.
Finally, dd201 was idle while Nano was down and unplugged. She intended to connect them as usual but the class was filled with so much new knowledgeable data that she had forgot, submerged by hungriness.
His time had come. 0189 took a delightful pleasure to undress Nano of his black costume and smiled at his reflection on the shiny and naked device. He wanted to find something creative and innovative but pressed by time, 0189 had no other choice but to burn the suit. Clever and well organized, our blue friend moved her notes and papers around as if a natural disaster passed by so she could never suspect him.
Everything was perfect.
Everything would be as planned.
Nano would get sick and break and she would be all over 0189...
Oh... and that wristwatch... but that would be even easier to get rid of, like stealing ice cream from a child.
Two weeks later, Nano was happier than ever. He had found his true self and was shining in the sun.
Against all odds, 0189 had caught a cold and on his good days, he was limited to text messages. She was even speaking about getting a new phone!
Our unfortunate 0189 was guilty of passing her his cold. While everyone else seemed to enjoy the sun, she was sick and on a garlic diet.
With the dark thought of a new phone lurking close by, he unknowingly missed his last text message and as his screen began to darken she read, “Karma.”
