I found one of those in the back of a taxi before my first smartphone.

I read through the guys messages and decided he was an abusive asshat. Kept it, wiped it, used it as an mp3 player until the screen cracked in my back pocket.

To this day I cringe whenever I see someone keeping their phone in a back pocket.

It still blows my mind how fast my friends and I were able to text on feature phones with T9.

I wonder if the suggestions ended up shaping our language patterns.

On top of the purchase price, I’m guessing that having something like this running in your home fab will require more safety equipment than a uv shroud and an air mover to keep things safe/non-deadly.