Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Dead Rite chapter 157.17

“Why would they?” Jasfoup looked at Sefskapoi in the front seat, who shrugged. “Do people have a reboot button? Do mice? Do sheep? Do cats?”

Sefskapoi coughed.

“Right. Cats. Let's just ignore cats for the moment.”

Harold laughed. “This is absurd. All your examples are living creatures. We're talking about a phone here. Whatever the inside of your Bloodberry looks like, it's still just a phone.”

“Just a phone, he says.” Jasfoup shook his head. “You don't know what you're saying, Harold. You don't know how much nurture goes into maturing one to fit your own personality. Losing a Bloodberry...” He looked at the phone sadly, “is like losing a third arm. A trusted friend and confidante.”

“But you can just get a new one, surely?”

“Of course. Just like you on your fifth birthday when your Uncle Frederick brought you a dead dog. You could have just got another one.”

“That's not the point.” Harold tightened his lips. “Look, phones – no matter what they've got on the insides – are just a piece of electronics. I appreciate how agonising the loss might be but you can get a replacement that's exactly like the old one. You just have to import your contacts and settings.”

“Of course you do.” Jasfoup didn't sound convinced. “He leaned over and tapped the driver on the shoulder. “Can we go vis Pandemonium, please? I need to adopt a new phone.”

“Sure thing. You're the customer.” The cab slowed to make a turn.

“Really?” Sefskapoi scowled. “We can't do my thing first? We're halfway there.”

“No. How can I track souls without a Bloodberry?”

“We could at least go to the outlet. That's local.”

Harold raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“Magelight Technologies.”

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