The phone was broken, but he was sick of buying new ones. He grabbed his screwdriver and contemplated how to attack the problem. It was probably beyond his ability, but he was damn good with a screwdriver. After drinking three of them it wasn’t fixed, but he didn’t care anymore.
“Young man,” said an older gentleman holding a futuristic device of LCD screens, nobs, and buttons, “would a movie of your life be interesting?”
“Hell yeah, dude,” Jeremiah said.
The man pointed his gizmo at Jeremiah and Jeremiahs world exploded as he fell to the ground. The electrodes that had smashed through his skull almost jerked out of his brain, but the barbs held them in. Jeremiah looked at the man as the old man pressed buttons. The device came to life, and Jeremiah could hear his memories begin to play on the device as his eyes faded to black.