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She had poured all her happiness into this room. I strode into it and took a full view of the room. It was exquisite. There was only one table in the room and behind the table was a chair. There were two APPLE Laptops and two APPLE iPhones on the table. I picked one of the iPhones and inserted my fingerprint, instantly, it got unlocked. Just as I unlocked the phone, notifications rushed in one after the other but only one pricked my interest. I clicked on it and realized it was a piece of news.

It was about 3:15pm, the sun was already travelling west, the road was quiet with bushes and few fine houses scattered around the environment; it looked like a new developing environment. A young man walking down the path then stopped on sighting something on the ground, there was an iphone on the ground, he quickly looked around the environment and there was no one in sight, he picked up the phone, he swiped the unlock screen and the phone was unlocked to his surprise because nobody leave their iphone without a security protection, he smiled then puts the phone in his pocket and walked away.

“ Lucas, John was calling me but my battery died. Can I call him on your phone? “ I ask. “ Yeah, it’s in my bedroom. “ He replies. I scurry away to his bedroom to call John. It must be important. I open the phone, surprisingly it has no passcode. I talk to John and after a few minutes, we say goodbye. Just then another call comes on the phone. I call Lucas to tell him his phone is ringing. I try to pick up the call but I struggle to do so. Do I swipe left, or right, or down? This is confusing. Swiping in every direction, I am unable to pick the call up but I end up opening the gallery.

Without any thoughts, I try touching it with my thumb, and it unlocks. “This is not possible. There can never be two people in this world having the same fingerprint,” I mumble and close the screen to try unlocking it again. It works for the second time, the third, and so on. I decided to stop. Seriously? Now it’s getting creepy. First of all, the screen’s wallpaper is pitch black, and the phone seems like no new apps installed. I click on the message. August 14, 2016 01 I just moved to my new place on this day. I had a small talk with Jethro on the phone.

Shaking my head in negative, I moved away from his hand. I swiped the smooth screen searching for safari app or YouTube app. I did not find YouTube, so searched for safari with shaking hand and found it on the next page. Clicking on the icon, I waited for the app to open. It opened in a second or two. I immediately searched g****e and the G****e’s main page opened.

She looked up, startled. "Why didn't you answer my texts?" Lacy spoke in a low, icy voice. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Remi blurted out. Pulling her inside, Lacy shoved the door open. Behind them, one leg kicked it shut. Without any delay, he removed her phone from her bag, held it up to her face, and used facial recognition to unlock it. The entire procedure was quick and easy, taking about two seconds. Remi was taken aback. ‘Tonight, I will definitely be using a password lock. The fingerprint and face ID are no longer what I’ll use’ she thought.

What really made it hard to get her bearings were her eyes themselves, which were swollen from crying and plastered with an unladylike amount of gunk. She remained on her back and groggily groped for her smartphone next to her pillow and held it up. The power button had been battered from use and she had pestered her parents endlessly for a trendier model, but Christmas and New Year’s had come and gone and still no love. Kate held the phone upright. Thanks to an app called the Magic On and Off, she didn’t need to crush her thumb just to wake her phone up. The app detected the orientation of her device and could tell when she wanted to use it.

Shaking away those crazy college days memories that are starting to resurface, I choose the Virtual Pad Mode and a virtual screen for the IPad floats five inches up to the small circular screen of the wristwatch where the time and location flashes dimly. "Now, for that, you need to put your thumb just an inch away above the virtual screen and the fingerprint scanner and DNA tester will do their work," he instructed as the screen says, "PLEASE INPUT YOUR IDENTIFICATION PASS." Without being told twice, I did as I am told and in just a moment, the screen flashes, "IDENTIFICATION CONFIRMED!" The applications are just like those on normal IPads, only that they have different icon designs. I notic

another replied as she threw the one who had spoken a mocking sneer causing her embarrassed. “Enough. Maybe the young miss wants to test our character. She left the phone there to see whether anyone will take it or not,” another said, causing cold shiver to run down their spines. “But how could she know?” “I heard there are some phones which when touched by no one else other than their owner, they will keep beeping or when she takes it back, it will show her that someone had used it. It also has a fingerprint scanner, as long as you touch it, it will know who you are,” another explained.

I want to sigh in relief, but I’m afraid to make a single sound. Slowly, I hold the phone in front of one of his unmoving hands. This is going to be the hardest part. Using the softest touch I can muster, I gingerly take his thumb and shift it every so slightly forward. It seems to take forever before the pad of his fingers brushes against the screen. The lock screen disappears, revealing a sea of apps. Thank fucking goodness. I slide the phone away from him as carefully as possible and then tiptoe out of the room. Easing the door shut, I retrace my steps back downstairs to the living room.