iPhone 6 + 6 = 12 O Clock.

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Our cellular colleagues, large and regular, ambled further through the dappled day, though their efforts amounted to little more than vibrating in fits and starts down avenues of voluminous foliage, methodically avoiding the odd stray Peach.  Broad was next to chime.

“Pardon me, slender friend,” said he.  “A simple solution would be that I glimpse your glass with my foremost imaging tool, 81% more light should comfortably make up for your diminished assets, 4.7 inches and 720p may not quite match mine but…”

“750p actually.”  The slight one interrupted in offended atonality.

“Come again?”  responded Broad.

“750p, my native resolution is 1334 x 750 and like our ancestors, 326 pixels per inch,” slight continued.  “Though I can amass mawkish memories in a second of 60 frivolous frames and 1080 vertical squares, just like you.  Only when we are forced to endure them at 240 frames per second, our accursed super slow motion mode, must we both drop to 720p.” 

“Look!” iPhone the Broad exclaimed. “Placate your pessimism on this beautiful day, relish the power of your 64 bit A8 CPU, rouse its 2 billion transistors, ramp up those twin cores to 1.4ghz and please, just inform me of the time.”

“I can’t,” buzzed Slight gloomily

“Why?” enquired Broad.

“My screen has entered a stupor and I have no owner to revive it,” emoted Slight.

“You mean you’ve gone into standby?” questioned broad

“Eh, yes.” said a sheepish Slight.

“If you’d have just glanced at my display, with your front mounted 1.2 mega pixel Face Time appliance of visual aid and reeled off 10 HDR honed snaps in a fleeting second, as opposed to squander countless seconds inanely spouting specifications, my humble request would be satisfied.  Standby now plagues me too, my surface is shrouded in blackness, whatever next?”

“Hold hard,” interjected Slight.  “I have another idea, why don’t we carefully align our wake buttons with the trunk of this peach tree, vibrate against it as vigorously we can, if we’re strong enough, we’ll re-light our own fire, with no owners we have no passwords, no need for human hands to trigger our Touch ID.  Exploiting our cameras will pose no riddles and your needs shall be fulfilled in a click.”

“Devilishly clever.”  Buzzed a begrudging Broad.  “Save for one thing, how do we vibrate with no incoming calls?”

“Why, as we have done since entering the orchard.” replied an unperturbed Slight.

“And how’s that?” questioned Broad.

Slight hesitated.

“I don’t know.” was his considered response.

“How did we actually get here?” enquired Broad in a polyphony of suspicion. “All 16 gigabytes of my knowledge reserves have gone blank…but you, with your 64…”

“128, actually….” corrected Slight with a smug smirk.

“Exactly,” Broad went on.  “Well, the answer must be stored in there somewhere.”

“Been through every byte, not a bit of good fortune.”  replied Slight, after another pensive pause.  “Funny, neither of us spared this thought until now, all I can remember is sunshine, peaches and grass.  I don’t even recall how I dressed in white this morning, wouldn’t black have been the better choice?”

“Never mind that,” Broad tinkled nervously.  “Whoever has been calling us could leave off soon, my battery has depleted to 30%, that’s about 4 or 5 hours left for video playback, 3G, 4G and Wifi a, b, g and n related tasks, which means yours must only have around 2 hours left and this will likely take a while so come, silence, preserve power as you have never done and when those calls come, button up against the base.”

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