Easiest addiction

A Story by Amuser

A moment in time that may be relatable to many others

A deep exhale broke the silence. The light from the windows carved the darkness and revealed the dust weightless in the the air. Sitting on a gray couch was a man, hardly a man, a boy whose face was kept in the light only by the glow of a big cellphone. Emptiness. There is almost nothing to see here, the items in the room were to shadowed to make out and the light entering the room was the sunlight reaching out one last time before it set for the night. Time flies. A clock on the wall held the most movement in the past few hours because the hands did what they were meant to do. The hands holding that glowing treasure were not doing what they were made to do. This device did what seemed to be everything. Anything to keep eyes on its screen, because it knew that if it lost the boys attention it would go dark and become obsolete. Unless it could stay on his mind and keep him coming back more and more each day, until he needed it more than water. Make this person desire what I have more than the very thing that keeps it alive, and oh how easy will it be for him to come back. Does the boy own the machine? Or does the machine own it? It is not intelligence needed to take over the human race, but entertainment and the fear of itself. Addiction