As she walks by the notice board, Esialeth sees a bright poster covered with professional-looking art. The poster promises a free iLac to anyone who shows up at the factory. She narrows her eyes. It seemed sketchy to promise free utilities- bad business practice at best, thinly-veiled organ harvesting plan at worst. Her only consolation was that the factory was at Neutral Grounds, so she wouldn’t be overpowered magically. Whatever. She knew when she first saw the ad that she was going to get one anyway.
Esialeth strolls up to the factory, eyeing it critically as the analyzes the cost-benefit relationship of giving away technology. Having lived much of her life among the bourgeoisie, she knew all about the sketchy tactics that let corporate giants maximize profits, PineApple in particular. Either the factory really was a cover-up for organ harvesting, or they were harvesting something else- their data. She makes a mental note to check for spyware when she gets back.
She walks in to a well air-conditioned lobby, complete with an overly friendly receptionist. The receptionist gives her a quick smile and says, “Here for the iLac? There’s a line over there.”
Esialeth thanks her and turns in the direction given to her.
...oh. There’s a line. Of course.
But Esialeth, the pinnacle of bravery and patience, does not let that get in the way of her free tech.
So she waits. And waits.
...just kidding, the line isn’t that long. She gets her iLac in due time.
As soon as she gets back to her and Seth’s shared apartment (that she really needed to move out of. Seth was a great friend, but she needed her own space.), she connected her iLac to her ancient computer. She used to get new ones every so often, but she hasn’t been able to upgrade lately. Because money. Luckily, a friend of a friend of hers fixed it up, so it’s not as horrible now.
Esialeth spent the rest of the afternoon removing the spyware that she anticipated was on her new phone - and it was bad. Really bad. Over-draining batteries, insane data usage, lack of privacy, the works. It seemed that although the phone was free, the company was profiting off of selling their personal data. There are already online tutorials describing how to remove the spyware- thank god for that. She finds some new software and begins the download. Ugh. Four hours? That’s insane. Silver Moon’s free internet really is something else.
Feeling depressed again, she remembers that she forgot to take her meds. Whoops. She gulps down her daily antidepressant (that tasted okay, actually, Seth’s was a fluke), turns on some music, and gets to work baking. Despite what Seth says about her cooking, she’s very skilled at baking- it’s basically solid potion making. Science.
Three and a half hours and one strawberry cake later, the is done. Giggling to herself, she hugs her phone - it’s been a while since she had something new for herself. Ever since - no. Not thinking about that. She finally unplugs her phone and gets to customizing it, feeling better than she has in a while.
wc: 624
Esialeth strolls up to the factory, eyeing it critically as the analyzes the cost-benefit relationship of giving away technology. Having lived much of her life among the bourgeoisie, she knew all about the sketchy tactics that let corporate giants maximize profits, PineApple in particular. Either the factory really was a cover-up for organ harvesting, or they were harvesting something else- their data. She makes a mental note to check for spyware when she gets back.
She walks in to a well air-conditioned lobby, complete with an overly friendly receptionist. The receptionist gives her a quick smile and says, “Here for the iLac? There’s a line over there.”
Esialeth thanks her and turns in the direction given to her.
...oh. There’s a line. Of course.
But Esialeth, the pinnacle of bravery and patience, does not let that get in the way of her free tech.
So she waits. And waits.
...just kidding, the line isn’t that long. She gets her iLac in due time.
As soon as she gets back to her and Seth’s shared apartment (that she really needed to move out of. Seth was a great friend, but she needed her own space.), she connected her iLac to her ancient computer. She used to get new ones every so often, but she hasn’t been able to upgrade lately. Because money. Luckily, a friend of a friend of hers fixed it up, so it’s not as horrible now.
Esialeth spent the rest of the afternoon removing the spyware that she anticipated was on her new phone - and it was bad. Really bad. Over-draining batteries, insane data usage, lack of privacy, the works. It seemed that although the phone was free, the company was profiting off of selling their personal data. There are already online tutorials describing how to remove the spyware- thank god for that. She finds some new software and begins the download. Ugh. Four hours? That’s insane. Silver Moon’s free internet really is something else.
Feeling depressed again, she remembers that she forgot to take her meds. Whoops. She gulps down her daily antidepressant (that tasted okay, actually, Seth’s was a fluke), turns on some music, and gets to work baking. Despite what Seth says about her cooking, she’s very skilled at baking- it’s basically solid potion making. Science.
Three and a half hours and one strawberry cake later, the is done. Giggling to herself, she hugs her phone - it’s been a while since she had something new for herself. Ever since - no. Not thinking about that. She finally unplugs her phone and gets to customizing it, feeling better than she has in a while.
wc: 624
