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Forsaken

    Hello. I'm an I-Pod Touch. I belong to Carley Wills. Less than 15 months ago I was a hot item. I was in a case in Best Buy. People would come by and try the display device and they would ... want me. I have to admit, not bragging, that I am really cool. 32 gigs of storage, a nice-sized screen and all the capabilities of an I-Pad.
      One day a nice lady came in and tried the display. When she decided to buy one of us, I was thrilled. "Pick me!" I shouted, but no one could hear. She seemed like she would be a good owner. I had heard horror stories at the factory of owners who were hard-core gamers. They tended to get excited and pound the buttons so hard. Then there were the careless teenagers who left their Touch out in the rain. I shuddered at the thought. The clerk picked me up from the stack in the case and I knew the deal was done. I was happy! Soon I would be playing music for the lady and we could read a book together. Then the lady bought me a really nice looking case that fit so snug and was a snappy blue color. I felt like a prima donna.
     The lady's name was Carley and she took me home and lavished me with attention, which really means love, doesn't it? We would curl up in the recliner for hours on end. Reading books and playing puzzle games. Her touch was so gentle that it almost put me to sleep. My goodness, that woman is a Scrabble fiend. I took pride in her puzzle ability. I could go on-line while she was asleep and see that she was near the top of the leaderboards in a lot of games like Chuzzles and Peggle.
     Sometimes Carley would take me to work with her and we'd play on her breaks. People would come up and ask about me and Carley would show me off. One of the ladies had smelly hands but other than that, I didn't mind the attention.
     But then things changed. Carley's husband, CE, saw her squinting at my screen and talked her into buying an I-Pad. She got a 32 gig version which is the same storage as I have. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate Carely's I-Pad. After all, she's my cousin and an amazing device. It gets a little old hearing people 'ooh and ahh' over her, though.
     The worst thing happened this weekend. Carley had been using me less and less as the weeks went by. This weekend they had a big cookout here at the green retreat. There were several elderly people, middle-aged people and a bunch of kids. I looked forward to plenty of fun because at past gatherings I was greatly in demand. Do I have to tell you? Can I bear to recall it? I lay there and watched people argue over the 3 I-Pads and sneezed at the dust on my face. I wasn't picked up once.
    The very worst was when the kids were all playing Carnivores. They were having a great time and I wanted to play so bad! When everyone left and the house got quiet, I was left with my thoughts. I watched from a foot away as Carley relaxed with the latest HD puzzle game on her I-Pad. CE played NOVA 2, then went to sleep in his chair, as usual. All the devices here at the green retreat secretly call him the napster. For his sleeping habits, not for stealing music. Ha, Ha.
    I told CE's I-Pad 2 not to get too cocky.
"There will come a time when a new device will come along and you'll languish on a shelf somewhere." I paused, then said, "Truly, though, when I see your big 9.7 inch screen, I feel so ... inadequate."
    From the graveyard of tech, I'm Carley's I-Pod Touch.

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