E-ink Phone Novels & Stories

Kids had to content themselves with just listening to tunes to conserve the battery of their smartphones. But the rich retirees scattered inside gated and exclusive Woodland Vista have backup generators. To the solitary night jogger running along the dark streets of the subdivision, the townhouses of those rich folks look as resplendent as the entrance of theme parks. The night jogger feels a stab of self-pity because the only light he’s carrying is a cellphone – and a brick phone at that. To be precise, he’s holding up a Nokia 3310 to light his way. The phone model is probably as old as him.

“Use this to keep in touch with me.” Angeline looked at the white-colored phone. The symbols on it confused her mildly. As she reached out to take it, she flipped it over to investigate and asked curiously, “Which brand manufactured this phone?” “There’s no brand. We made it ourselves,” Cole said. Angeline stared at him, flabbergasted. The man drove a brandless car and used a brandless phone. Why did she have a sudden feeling that he was an alien from Mars? To verify the capabilities of the man’s so-called independent development, Angeline took apart the phone and examined each part. Her expression turned into one of shock when she saw the chip used.

“2nd order of business: New cell phones. Everyone is getting a new phone, and all of the appropriate numbers have already been pre-programmed into the phones. I know we can mind-link, but phones are still necessary.” As I finish up going over this order of business, an Omega comes in and hands out the new phones I ordered. I customized each phone for each of my mates. Osiris’s phone was black with a turquoise capital O, trimmed in copper, just like his eyes, on the back. Evander’s phone was copper colored with his named spelled out on the back in emerald-green Old English calligraphy. Andrew’s phone was white with a small teal and black ‘A’ in the lower right corner on the back.

Fuck, why do I even care? Anyway, today's Friday and our conference meeting with the other companies striving to reel in the Chinese telecommunications company is fast approaching. And we will all be travelling into London to have the chance to impress them enough to be in with the opportunity to buy their latest state-of-the-art phone that's supposedly better than any other leading brand. King Enterprises has its fingers in many pies, phones being one of them, and I want this fucking phone because it offers more than any phone created in this century. Seven days battery life. Signal even in the most remote of places. A camera to put all other leading brands to shame.

“My older brother created this one, ma’am. And it’s not available for purchase yet. Maybe after one year, it’s going to be placed in the market.” “What a letdown. It would be nice if it was already available in the market. Anyway, can I see the phone, brother?” the older policeman then handed the phone he was holding to Angelo. When the strawberry brand cell phone is in Angelo’s hand- he immediately carefully examines it. “What is the specification of this cellphone, brother?”

"I understand." A brief pause followed. Then her voice lowered. "But you do realize our call can be traced, don't you, Eve?" "I'm not unaware of such possiblity," replied Evelyn. "Then why are you calling me?" asked Melissa. Evelyn glanced down at the device in her hand. "Because you're forgetting something. My phone network is completely untraceable." Melissa was quiet again. This time, however, there was curiosity beneath the silence. Evelyn's phone was not connected to any conventional carrier. The device was part of an experimental Redstone communications system known internally as the Blackline Protocol—a closed architecture designed for situations in which ordinary telecommunications c

he asked, looking at the worker. "He's talking about a calculator," Eric chimed in from the side, standing on his tiptoes. "Yes, sir. It's already installed," the worker replied. "And Eric, what do we call those apps on which Ember does typing?" Mr. William asked. "Ms. Word, WPS Office. She also needs the Snake and Ladder game on this phone to recharge herself," Eric replied. "We can d******d it." "Yes, Papa, we can d******d it. But first, let's choose the phone," Eric said, attempting to take one from the display.

Military-grade. The recognition hit her immediately. She'd seen phones like this at Cross Industries. Damian had showed her the secure communication devices they manufactured for defense contracts. Encrypted. Untraceable. Government-level technology. This wasn't her tracked phone.

“I see. Well, Nextech has an excellent reputation, so I'm sure you’ve heard quite a few things in terms of what we do." “Perhaps,” I said carefully. “I don’t pay too much attention to technology in that way. I’m more of a pencil and paper type of gal.” “No worries,” he said, then pointed at my pants pocket. “Here, let me see your phone.” I did as he requested, pulling out my phone and setting it on the table. It had seen better days, now adorned with several cracks and scuffs, but he seemed impressed with it nonetheless. “That right there,” he began proudly, “Is one of the earlier models of our smartphones. You’d say that it runs pretty well, despite all the damage, yes?”

He plugged the charger into the car’s USB port and connected the burner and we both looked at it sitting on the console between us. It took four minutes to accumulate enough charge to turn on. The screen lit up. Basic interface. Old operating system. The kind of phone bought specifically to be untraceable, no apps, no accounts, nothing that connected it to anything. I picked it up. Three numbers saved and no names attached to any of them, just strings of digits. And one sent message. I opened it. It had been sent to the contact listed only as D. The message was short and the timestamp was a few days ago.