To my fan

This is My Lifes Shallow story, It all started in my purest form i was A Metal by the name of aluminum and i sat there for many years in a dark cavern under the earths dense surface. One special day i was Mined by A large dwelling machine and TAken by a chipped rugged gray asian man. I was transferred to a nearby factory and i was pressed and pieced into A shiny matte black case. This was the start of my production to an Iphone 7.

After Being in a Shipping container for a few days in a rotted monstrous Boat. "We" had arrived, and by "we" i meant the thousands of other cases who resembled me in every way except for color and SIze. We came to a blunt stop and found our selves getting tossed into a land of dust and gray skies we were rushed into a enormous factory in shenzen, china.

as we were rushed inside the instant sound of coughś and machines roaring blasted through my input. we were crafty placed into little trays by many compact men and women. A small man looked at me with dead eyes and precisely stuck a small screw in my case. I tried to scream in agony but i did not have speakers yet, little did i know that the pain had just began. my gpu and battery was crammed in... with a beautiful precision, two more screws were slipped in by the next 2 workers and i was slid down the conveyor belt line.

The parts they added let me do some spectacular things like being able to buzz,ring And beep. After sitting on a long painful line i looked down at my my body full of many different parts from different locations, china to america. The conveyor belt stopped and i was gently picked up and pinched. It went black for 1,2,3,4,5,6,- I felt warm and complete. My screen was and it was the final part although it did not hurt like the other parts. the worker set me down and held down the power button, a flash of white filled my lens and i saw a small black apple logo with a bite taken out of it. This was the first i would see and feel this warmth. i was then powered down and all of those feelings faded away, i got cold and miserable. i needed to be powered again.

Me and 44,000 I-phones were slid into a truck. As we rode away i could see the living conditions of my creators, THE CAMPUS WAS GREEN AND I WHITE, ALTHOUGH THERE WERE MANY PEOPLE IT WAS MAGICALLY SILENT THERE HOMES WERE GREY AND WHITE WITH FOOD COURTS ON THE BOTTOM, "DO THEY LIKE THE FACTORIES" I WONDERED. I WAS taken to the chinease shipping airport. Then thrown in the plane as cargo. The flight took off in a few hours and i could only think about was the immense feeling of having power. the flight was 3 days and very lonely so the arrival was anticipated. I couldent hear much from the other 39,999 iphones all crowded around me but my mic could pick up the sound of the plane lightly hitting ground.