You’re scrolling on your phone. The screen feels a bit colder than you would’ve expected, darker, too; maybe the battery was dying. Except, the battery icon has disappeared. All of the screen has gone dark, but not in the sense that the phone has turned off, but that the glass has become truly inert. No longer a phone screen but a single, uniform sheet of cool, black substance, no more able to display an image than a blank chalkboard. It even feels wholly metallic now, and the Home Screen button has similarly faded into the whole. It hardly resembles a smartphone anymore, just a solid, surprisingly heavy brick... Except that, too, is now changing. The metallic substance grows and shifts, narrowing into a cylindrical shape flaring at one end and narrowed at the other. A curly wire pops free from the narrow end and plugs itself into the nearby wall, where a whole new dark mass emerges, a thick rectangle of numbered circles and a hook.
Meanwhile, the flared end of the bit still in your hand perforates itself, a tinny voice calling out the you, “The night at the speakeasy was divine, darling! It’d be the bee’s knees to see you again sometime.”
‘What the hell?’ you think.
Only then do you realize the hand holding the old rotary mouthpiece doesn’t look like your own...