Yup! So-called because it does everything~ Heh, here—
[ Alberto nods enthusiastically, finally releasing Luca so he can pull his own phone out. Same model as Luca's, and in fact the same phone he'd found when he first arrived — just now with more scratches and the smudged ghosts of fingerprints on the screen... which are less noticeable than the little cluster of shattered glass in the top corner... but it still works perfectly fine, and by some miracle, has survived this long. Hardy little thing. Something metaphorical there, probably.
When he clicks it on, though, the cracked screen lights up with a photo of some weird/funny thing he passed by three days ago... which is a long-living phone background for Alberto. Once he opens the phone (with no passcode or anything, just, free for all) the background inside is far more tender... and familiar. It shows that even if Alberto has been here so long, Luca and his life in Portorosso are both still very much on his mind.
It's gone in a blip, though, as he pulls up app after app after app. ]
Telephone... Camera... Paperless photo album... Paperless letters — or "texts," as they say~ Paperless calendar... Paperless money... Paperless paper...! Haha~ Alarm clock and a pomodoro...! Mathmaker... the Every-Question-Ever-Answer-er... Little cinemas for little movies... Aaaand it's also a Magic Singing Lady Machine without the black plates, a radio without the commercials, and a free tiny jukebox. Plus a bunch of other stuff I'll show you later.
[ His made-up terms being, in other words: his bank app; notepad; clock app (including his mental image of a classic tomato kitchen timer, a physical one of which he owns anyway); calculator; web browser; YouTube and Tiktok; and, his favorite, the music app. But as per usual, Alberto rattles off these given names with all the confidence in the world, as if everyone calls them that. So, useful as all Alberto's guidance and information is, indeed, Luca will have many misunderstandings to comb through in time... ]
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[ Alberto nods enthusiastically, finally releasing Luca so he can pull his own phone out. Same model as Luca's, and in fact the same phone he'd found when he first arrived — just now with more scratches and the smudged ghosts of fingerprints on the screen... which are less noticeable than the little cluster of shattered glass in the top corner... but it still works perfectly fine, and by some miracle, has survived this long. Hardy little thing. Something metaphorical there, probably.
When he clicks it on, though, the cracked screen lights up with a photo of some weird/funny thing he passed by three days ago... which is a long-living phone background for Alberto. Once he opens the phone (with no passcode or anything, just, free for all) the background inside is far more tender... and familiar. It shows that even if Alberto has been here so long, Luca and his life in Portorosso are both still very much on his mind.
It's gone in a blip, though, as he pulls up app after app after app. ]
Telephone... Camera... Paperless photo album... Paperless letters — or "texts," as they say~ Paperless calendar... Paperless money... Paperless paper...! Haha~ Alarm clock and a pomodoro...! Mathmaker... the Every-Question-Ever-Answer-er... Little cinemas for little movies... Aaaand it's also a Magic Singing Lady Machine without the black plates, a radio without the commercials, and a free tiny jukebox. Plus a bunch of other stuff I'll show you later.
[ His made-up terms being, in other words: his bank app; notepad; clock app (including his mental image of a classic tomato kitchen timer, a physical one of which he owns anyway); calculator; web browser; YouTube and Tiktok; and, his favorite, the music app. But as per usual, Alberto rattles off these given names with all the confidence in the world, as if everyone calls them that. So, useful as all Alberto's guidance and information is, indeed, Luca will have many misunderstandings to comb through in time... ]