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Davis feels he has failed, that by turning back he is giving in. He tries hard to convince himself it is just a setback but he has been searching for days and hasn’t yet managed to re-find the road.
Davis is lost, or at least this is how it seems, how he feels, but of course he isn’t. The road has led him to here and it is a place of plenty. Admittedly most of what is scattered and strewn on the ground is now useless – phones and tablets and other devices with screens. Many are broken, have been kicked about and stamped on but most are still intact, still in their original packaging.
Kneeling down, Davis grabs a phone. It is the one he had wanted before but hadn’t been able to afford. He claws at the box, pulling away the clear plastic and holds the phone in his hand. It is the latest model, he realises, the last model. There won’t be another, a sleeker and faster and more desirable version. Davis pushes the green button and waits but nothing happens.