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"End Screen"

Sitting in a dark room, the only thing illuminating and keeping your mind fresh and awake as you attempt to drift to dream land is your eternal companion, your phone. You think to yourself that you could easily live without it, you can stop whenever you want. Only you don't want to at the moment. As the hooks sink deeper, you realize, there's no way you could ever see yourself surviving without it.

Take me for what you will, a hater of modern technology or someone that sees it as more of a tool than something to suck the souls out of our bodies. a decade ago, cellphones were simply a thing that only the rich could afford, the fancy features and all. Now everyone has had multiple throughout their lifetime. Things become outdated, growing out of you like your shoes with age.
I wasn't too sure why I hated them the most, because it stole away the people I cared about, making them less and less social and more reserved, wishing only to remain alone so they could spend more time wandering through the infinite world of the online.
Staying connected was something that they really sold people on when the phones were starting to roll out. You could talk to people via text and phone calls, even from another country. The pen pal thing was becoming history, being replaced by casually making friends with someone, only to later realize they live so far.
It's not the fault of the casual users of the world, they were only handed things that only made things more and more convenient for them as time passed. Once a tool used to call and text with a couple games, now something you can order food on and get things delivered. A tool little can afford to live without now.
The reason I speak so Ill of this technology is because I have a grandson that can never separate from the thing. I'll attempt to make conversation with him but will only find it harder to get more than a grumble from him. What is he doing on there? Talking to friends, a game perhaps? Whatever it was, it was more important to him than the present moment.
I'm not trying to say I want to throw his phone out the window, I just wish he'd change and speak to me again. I know he's growing and would rather spend time talking to other people. I just hope I don't fade into obscurity in the back of him scavenging mind.
After another attempt to get him to respond, I turned my attention to the television. What was it the man on the news was saying? And why did he seem so depressed? I tried turning the volume up but nothing came of it. I knew I should have opted for a hearing aid. I couldn't afford one with the crippling dept I've been paying off since retirement.
I adjusted my glasses and leaned forward. Did that say 'Nuke'?
I bolted up from my seat and stood before my grandson, hugging him as tight as I could. He tried fighting me off and, in doing so, pushed me to the ground and leaving me unable to get back up.
A tear came to my face. Did he care about me so little that, even when facing the possibility of a literal apocalypse, he'd rather hurt me than be closer to me?
I tried to pick myself up off the ground but it was no use. I glanced over at the screen and it displayed a warning, 'Say goodbye to your loved ones and prepare for the end.'
The world as we knew it was coming to and end and the only person I could spend it with didn't care about me. I laid on the ground and cried. It was the last thing I ever did.
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