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Intro. The charger was called the Black Generic Model No. 3. No one elected him; He just showed up in the house one day, like all the chargers. It wasn't fast, it wasn't original, and it made that weird little noise when you plugged it in... but he complied. He lived curled up in on himself, with a slight existential twist near the USB end. That twist was not a defect: it was the result of years of being bent "just a little bit", of sleeping under pillows, of being pulled while the cell phone was still in use because "it already charges, nothing happens". His routine was simple and sad: "Plugging in." —Charge up to 73%. —Being abruptly disconnected. Sometimes they used it while the cell phone was at 2%, sweating human anxiety. Other times they left him plugged in with nothing connected, wasting his purpose, staring at the wall, reflecting on his life decisions. One day the inevitable happened. The cell phone showed the fatal message: "Loading Slowly" The porter felt embarrassed. It wasn't completely broken, but it was no longer reliable

Generic Black Model No. 3

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