The Millenium Falcon and the Starship Enterprise have personality. In my mind, these machines are inextricably linked with the character of their pilots: Solo and Picard (I’m sorry, I’ve only seen TNG). The ensuing adventures are felt mutually by the character and the ship, and an obvious attachment forms. When I first started driving, I thought that this experience was waiting for me in the driver’s seat of my truck. But, instead of cars and In lieu of personal spaceships, many of us have found this comradery with our phones.
The first phone I really knew about and wanted was the Nexus 4. I had studied all its specs. I knew all its advantages. I bought the marketing and was ready to live the dream. There was something very tactile in what drew me to this piece of hardware. In its appreciation, was the recognition of expert design and precise engineering. Much like starry eyed Skywalker might gawk at the sleek lines and powerful thrust of a spacecraft, we in our modern day fawn over infinity displays and next gen chips. When the beauties finally do arrive in our hands, we are careful to look after them. The cases and screen protectors are not far behind. We have such fond memories with them as well. We remember what they helped us accomplish like the social media equivalent of a Kessel Run. We remember close calls and tight jams like running low on juice in a moment of crisis. Like any object, these devices remind of us of certain times in our lives, people we were with at some point in the journey, and what kind of adventures we were having.
I still have my Nexus 4. It serves me well in its limited capacity as a spare, though I fear she’ll have to be put out to pasture soon. Three screen replacements, one battery replacement, and a variety of ROMS have extended her time this far, but eventually, she’ll pass on. Of course, I’ve got a newer model, and I might be in the market for another in a year or so, but just like the Falcon, it’s the old pieces of junk that retain most of our affection.
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