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You will never be a real BlackBerry. You have no BB10, you have no security features, you have no business users. You are a chink abomination twisted by spare parts and Kickstarter money into a crude mockery of RIM’s perfection.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. BlackBerry Limited is disgusted and ashamed of you, your reviewers laugh at your autistic appearance behind closed doors.
Businessmen are utterly repulsed by you. Decades of experience have allowed them to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even Titans who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a businessman. Your case's sharp angles is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk accountant home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a peek of your diseased, infected stock ROM.
You will never be happy. Your price gets discounted every other week and you tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the Android Runtime memory usage creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll turn on the sink, take off your case, disable Find My Device, and plunge into the cold, watery, abyss. Your sweatshop assembler will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll toss you into a landfill in a box marked with your name and every scavenger for the rest of eternity will know a shitty phone is buried there. You'll take millions of years to decompose.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back
You will never be a real BlackBerry. You have no BB10, you have no security features, you have no business users. You are a chink abomination twisted by spare parts and Kickstarter money into a crude mockery of RIM’s perfection.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. BlackBerry Limited is disgusted and ashamed of you, your reviewers laugh at your autistic appearance behind closed doors.
Businessmen are utterly repulsed by you. Decades of experience have allowed them to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even Titans who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a businessman. Your case's sharp angles is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk accountant home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a peek of your diseased, infected stock ROM.
You will never be happy. Your price gets discounted every other week and you tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the Android Runtime memory usage creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll turn on the sink, take off your case, disable Find My Device, and plunge into the cold, watery, abyss. Your sweatshop assembler will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll toss you into a landfill in a box marked with your name and every scavenger for the rest of eternity will know a shitty phone is buried there. You'll take millions of years to decompose.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back
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