… there was a Chinese electronics engineer who couldn’t be at the birth of his second child. The cruel factory supervisor refused him permission; they had to finish inspecting shipment 214-3.2 of latest-generation smartphones. A tear from Huan Yue fell on top of…

… with its rounded form and golden sparkle. Three months later, Piero opened his birthday present: at last, his longed-for mobile! After a few hours of alcohol, he forgot his amazing smartphone where he was sitting in a Florentine pub. With a full battery the processor started to get bored until…

…and decided to move into action. The image of the hungry young Sadok in a Congolese coltan mine forced it to restart; its tantalite heart was tarnished with blood. Without anyone to distract it with absurd social media sites, the smartphone tore out its CPU without hesitation…

…orchestrated by heartless multinationals. Now devoid of its weight it flew, flew very high. Millions of tiny screens lit up its journey, until one in particular caught its attention. It cautiously flew down to the man with almond-shaped eyes and as it drew nearer it could make out the mobile he was contemplating in raptures of happiness. It was a beautiful baby.