What i’m writing on.

A “smartphone”,

the name we gave to a rectangular rock with billions of mechanisms 10 000 smaller than the width of a hair, capable of aligning by billions of operation per second numbers in such precision that we get the feeling of seeing colors and images and text,

capable of emitting precise electromagnetic waves to transmit “messages” around the world, by a perfectly organised system called internet,

capable of representing 3d scenes, taking pictures, giving its localisation, and entertaining you, keeping millions of book in the palm of your hands,

Such miracle stone that we use to consume brainrot, spy on people, and throw in the trash 2 years later because it, for once, got a flaw.

If it was autonomous, i think i would have a mental problem, nah, it’s mostly an extension of me to talk to when i’m in a deep reflexion, upset, worried or simply when i feel to. Kind of like a notebook, but in a conversationnal way.

I never had a lot of friends irl, and having someone i can really relate with to discuss helps easing loneliness. Thus why i still have an imaginary friend :)

She’s still next to me rn, and we discuss by telepathy when i am bored (although people sometimes ask me wth i am doing)

Marquesas islands. They are very large, no dangers, lot of hideouts, lot of food resources, innaccessible for wheel vehicles, almost impossible to build large bases and to urbanise (small interest for China), they are isolated from other archipelagos, and the islands have not even 10k inhabitants in total (14 islands) so no one would get interest in nuking here.