Disclaimer: All characters, companies, entities etc. in this story are FICTIONAL. Any resemblance is purely coincidental.
Sammy and the Smartphone Factory
In the beginning there was phone, and phone was dull and terribly expensive to maintain. Like, all you could do with it was talk on it to another person, how dull is that? In order to talk to that person you had to use this user-unfriendly rotary dial that hurt your fingers and you had to know the number and dial it every single time! You also didn't know exactly who called you so you couldn't ignore them in advance. Stranger? Annoying ex-boyfriend? Scammer? You had to listen to all, even if for one second.
But probably the most annoying thing about phone was that it was big and you couldn't carry it around anyway since it required wires to work. Kind of like a hospital patient hooked on tubes. Who wants to run around with tubes in them? That won't get you laid, well maybe except a meth addicted hooker.
And then the entrepreneur said, 'let there be... hmmm... something better.' And it was so... gradually anyway. And after a while it really really kicked off.
Fast forward 2020,
The mobile industry had grown exponentially in the last 25 years with increasingly more sophisticated phones that the first Star Trek writers could only dream of.
Companies would compete with each other, offering increasingly more advanced devices and more generous subscriptions at cheaper prices.
One company however eventually stood out above all during this time and came to dominate half of the market. Founded by the genius yet enigmatic Jizzy Jobs, the mobile phone industry experienced a wave of innovation: phones that would never run out of battery, smartphones that had apps for sonograms so long-term smartphone addicts could detect the tumors caused by previous generation lesser phones without the need for expensive medical insurance, and even... even apps that could generate full-proof blueprints for skyscrappers instantly based on the location they were pointed at. Not much was known about Jizzy except that he came from a poor African-American background in Chicago but managed to pull himself out of the ghetto. Typical rags to riches story, blah blah blah, you've heard it all before.
Anyway so, as expected, Jizzy Jobs had enemies. No, not the Crips, you racists. Industrial spies. They all wanted his secrets. And some of the workers were willing to sell those secrets since NDAs obviously were too hard to enforce.
One by one his competitors gained the upper hand, and Jizzy Jobs Inc. shares dropped by 80%. Saddened by the treachery of so many of his employees, he announced that he was shutting down the smartphone factory... forever.
"I am shutting down my smartphone factory... forever."
Thousands were laid off and leftists protested in the streets but to no avail. Eventually Jizzy came out with a public statement:
"No, I have decided, you're still not getting your jobs back. I, Jizzy Jobs, have given you, my dear society, many jobs and you repaid me with copyright infringement and espionage, thinking that you will never be caught and fired. Well the joke's on you now as you are all fired. How you like that?"
Leftists again tried to reverse this by law, but were of course stopped by the regressive right-wingers who controlled Congress.
Eventually however, the business did re-open and the factory was up and running again. The workers however didn't return. Many years have passed and nobody knows exactly how Jobs make his business run like clockwork all alone. For nobody ever enters and nobody ever leaves...
To be continued...