“Oh.” Harold
managed to catch the moulded plastic before it fell to the ground and
shattered. It didn't feel like plastic it felt like... “Bone?” He
looked up at the demon. “You phone is made of bone?”
“Aren't everyone's?”
Jasfoup looked surprised. “That's pure craftsmanship, that is. I've
watched them make one. All those tiny cogs and wheels. Amazing.”
“What tiny cogs and
wheels? These are made from computer chips and batteries.”
“Are you sure?”
Harold looked at the
exposed innards of Jasfoup's mobile phone and felt slightly sick.
Where he was expecting, as anyone would, a battery compartment, SIM
holder and printed circuit was a jumble of pulsing tubes and cogs and
wheels attached to a screen and keyboard. It wasn't just a piece of
technology, it was a fusion of organic tissue with modern
electronics. It felt alive. “What is this? It looks like something
out of The Naked Lunch. Did you put something in my tea?”
“Other then milk and
sugar? No.” Jasfoup retrieved his phone. “I don't know why it's
not working properly.” He poked a claw among the tubes and lifted
them out. They looked like veins, capillaries... intestines. “I was
hoping it would be something obvious.”
“What could be
obvious among all that?”
“I don't know. It's
all a but complicated, isn't it? I thought perhaps the heart had
stopped or something.”
“Heart?”
“You have to power it with something.”
“A battery is the usual thing.”
“Haha. Good one.”
Jasfoup shook his head. “How would a battery know where to direct
your calls and sort out your messages?”
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