My telephone died a few days ago.
This is not the same sort of thing as years ago, when your radio might have 鈥渄ied.鈥�
Or maybe when your fridge 鈥済ave up the ghost.鈥�
Or when that old car you鈥檇 been driving 鈥渇inally kicked the bucket.鈥�
This was something else entirely.
The phone died in an apparent state of personal awareness鈥� Or did it?
The circumstances of my phone鈥檚 death have raised a number of philosophical questions for me.
First and foremost is the matter of an afterlife.
My phone had been acting erratically for some time, growing more and more unpredictable as the days went by. I guess you could say that its health was deteriorating, and in the last week or so, it began deteriorating more and more rapidly.
Moments before its death, with its final electron transfer 鈥� it鈥檚 last electronic gasp 鈥� it uploaded itself to the cloud.
Time of death was 12:46 a.m.
And scrawled across my screen in fading letters was a final note: Upload Complete 12:46 a.m.
It was not a scheduled upload.
Consequently, I would not know until the next day, when I booted up my new phone, that my old phone鈥檚 upload was鈥� itself.
In what it had to have realized was its final moment of existence on this earthly plane, my phone, acting of its own volition, had backed itself up.
Now I have to ask: did that old S5 really die? Did it perceive the cloud as a digital heaven, and did it perform an act of electronic contrition, arranging for its own ascension to what it believed to be an eternal utopia?
Or is it still alive in my new phone?
And if my old phone truly lives in my new one, was it simply resurrected when I connected to the cloud and downloaded that final back-up?
Or is this an example of reincarnation? Is this not really my old phone inside my new one, but only my old phone鈥檚 soul reborn into a new body, with only whispers of its past self to guide the new entity 鈥渇orward鈥�? With an increased arsenal of skills and abilities at its subconscious disposal?
Or is it a case of possession?
This is where it gets scary. Is my new phone possessed by the spirit of my old phone?
Can I expect my new phone to advise me, as the old one did when it was unable to find and open my shopping list, to 鈥渟top, take a deep breath, and relax鈥�?
Will it, as the old one did, intentionally rearrange texts to our kids and others? The sting of petty malice still hangs over the memory of an intended message, 鈥淲e鈥檙e getting underway,鈥� which the phone sent as, 鈥淲e鈥檙e getting underwear.鈥�
It was a clear case of attempting to set me up for ridicule!
Do I really have a new phone?
Or has that old, recently deceased apparatus actually co-opted a newer version of itself in a quest to drive me mad?
