In which I'm caught in an ethical and moral quandry...
Remember the present that the little fellers gave me? It was a lovely gesture on their part, and it's the bestest phone I've ever used.
BUT something didn't feel right. The fact of the matter is, I was already disturbed by some strange events that took place before Christmas, but the excitement over the Galaxy Nexus made me forget. But now, they've returned, and adding 2 and 2 together, I came up with with Fou
In the first place,
Then one day, I came home and saw a single boot outside the building. The laces were undone and the leather was scuffed up; the striations on the boot looked like small bite marks. Scattered around the boot were small white rags with purple and orange markings on them, parts of an "F", or perhaps and "E". I'm not normally sensitive to such things, but I could smell violence in the air, but fortunately not blood. The quality of violence wasn't so much associated with cold-blooded vengeance, passion or sudden rage - it had the justified air of righteous indignation gone awry. Badly awry.
That day, I walked into my apartment apprehensively, but it was exactly like I'd left it, although the atmosphere was tense with what felt like suppressed anticipation that wasn't coming from me, but from the Android Hive. The little guys were trying to keep still, but not succeeding judging from the little whispers and rustling I could hear. I'm pretty sure I heard the sound of a slap and Rupture's voice hissing, "Ssssshhhhh! Shut yer gobs or I'll shut them fer ya!"
Then I had a few chats with the little guys, and this is what actually transpired:
It took a while, but after
Waiting for Godot
It all started with
Foreign Exchange and Smuggling
They found a vendor online (the charge eventually showed up on MY credit card) who promised to ship out the Google Overlord immediately - and in this way completely bypass the evil clutches of that evil mobile company what had no right to keep the