Robert caressed his iThing.
It murmured as it adapted to his touch, downloading apps, auto-evolving as it predicted his desires.
‘Hyper-ergonomics’ they called it. The iThing was ‘whatever you needed it to be’.
It began as a flat lump of stylish white potential. It was intuitive beyond any of its predecessors; shape shifting; building a dynamic, custom control set from the moment you picked it up.
Robert knew he could never find someone that understood him as well as his iThing. He pressed it to his face, feeling it penetrate his skin. He moaned as it whispered in his brain.