Entry into the PersonITfication contest
|He was no phony. He used to have it all covered. Now look at him, stuck in a drawer and left for a newer model. How well he remembered that last call. It had really cracked him up. What a way to go.
At least he wasn’t alone. There were several others laying around taking up space. It didn’t matter what color you were. All us has-beens were welcome. Some might make a comeback on Ebay. There was always hope. It is what kept them from disappearing forever.
He guessed the ones who had had plastic lives had it worst. Once valued as the newest thing out there, now each no longer was fit to connect anywhere. They’d become warped in the light of sunshine and fame.
He’d had one purpose in life and couldn’t imagine ever having any other. What a surprise when he was lifted up above the others. It really opened him up to new possibilities. He was freshened up and made a stand-up guy with a new smell of success as rich as the mint.
It didn’t take long for him to reshape his life. He had become a hands-down success, all right. Deep down inside he felt kind of glassy-eyed but with a little polish he’d do fine.
Being reincarnated from his old cover protecting a cheap Android thing as phony as they came, he felt proud to keep this pair of bifocals from scratching up the vision they promised they could become.