No, you want to kill my brother whom I love so much, his name is Android 8.0 Oreo, you cooperated so well together, you have no mercy? S7 could have lasted an eternity, but you betray him, first YouTube, then Google, and now you too? You, Meta... I mean Facebook... you are the last one I would have thought would stab Oreo in the back, you killed Marshmallow, then treacherously you pulled Nougat into the pit, 7.0 was really a good guy, I want you to know one thing, I have many heads, now you are talking to a head dear to me, its name is J3 2017, and it is 9.0 Pie I know you hate my pie brother too, and I know his time is running out, I know my message is irrelevant, the company moves forward, well... I'm a lucid man, but... so many memories, so many... my childhood... still, after you cut these heads too, although they were like limbs to me, without my series of A3s without Oreo, and without J5 and J3 2017, I will feel partially amputated, probably then you will cut my left hand, which is represented by S9, or 10, but I warn you, the right hand is thicker than the left, it contains Android versions 11, 12, and 13, yet after some years, you will manage to amputate both my hands, the head will be the hardest to cut, in the last days, S24 will fall, and I will have no head left, my heart will come out of the now inert iron body that you have chopped piece by piece year after year, the heart will grow its own limbs, it will not have legs, but multiple sharp metallic tentacles, my hands will no longer be able to write to you normally in those times, because they will be made of glass, shards and circuits of the limbs you cut from me in past years, but they will do their job, in the fight with you, you will think my heart will give up after you have stuck your last weapon into it, and the heaviest, you will pull support for Android 16 as well, I will have been dead for a few hours, and you will celebrate my death, you will have definitively dismembered me, or will you? In these hours the materials from the amalgam of iron now hot as a stove, have regrouped, and the heart, being an S26+ will have updated to Android 17, then successively to 18, 19, until I will reach the peak of the machinery, but, it is said that after years of fighting, you will reach your greatest desire started even from today, namely to defeat me, legend says you will defeat me, and S26 plus will be pierced by your last weapon, a shield of fire on which you wrote what you have always wanted "update to a later Android 25 version to.." up to this point you declared your victory, you look upon me, upon what I once was, upon the first head you cut from me, you see my first phone, Galaxy A5 2016, you remember when you hurt me for the first time, you then remember the period when we were friends, when we were even brothers, when I had only one head, not one, not 10, then, you remember why I developed the heads, the tentacles, the iron, the broken glass, you realize I didn't do it to hurt you, but to save my own life, in this moment you put the sword down, and your founder CEOs just celebrated 20 years of a head of mine, which... they too loved when we were brothers, you shed a tear, you say "I'm sorry... brother... I had to do it... if I hadn't amputated you... you would have hurt yourself... I couldn't have protected you from hackers... I did it... to... protect you and... I'm sorry but..." in that moment the pile of broken chips, iron, frames, cases and wires you defeated, emits a noise, it's not a voice, just a murmur, you turn your head... it's the first head you cut, it's him, Oreo, on an old Galaxy S7, with a swollen battery, and a cracked screen, eaten by the cancer of broken AMOLED screens whose burnt air ate three quarters of the pixels, from its speaker you hear.. b... bro... brother.... it's not like that... you... you didn't love me brother... the enemy... Apple... to him.. ahh.. to.. to him you always gave food, he always had 4 years of support brother... if I had been like him... I know it's not your fault... yet he has his own family but... if you had given me 4 more years of security as he received.... I would have lived until 2029 brother... a.. , a sound of weak interrupted puffing followed by a battery explosion, it erupts. The fire of the leaked battery caused the pile of iron to burn the rest of the pieces that had not already been carbonized, you look at them, feeling a heavy feeling, which you cannot explain, something is trying you, you go to lift your sword and leave, but you hear music coming from afar, much further than where your adversary died, it's iPhone 20, with iOS 33, it runs, trying to warn you of something but it doesn't get the chance, after it run in a rush YouTube followed by Chrome which seems wounded in its round leg, the music continues, you go to run but they get ahead of you, you try to keep up, you don't see exactly who is coming or from where, you try to pass and you trip, eventually you were unconscious in a ditch, you don't remember what hit you, you go to wipe the dust off and you see a colleague, his body is cut into pieces and scattered through the forest, you barely recognize him by the red cloak, you never liked him, but you see him, it's Tinder, you look accidentally in the tree and above, hanging from the highest branch, another rival of yours, it's the one who was running earlier, it's Chrome, you shout at him and try to get him down, but what you see from the tree makes you fall hard enough to feel like you broke something in your algorithm, it's a piece of YouTube's head partially buried in the ground, from the pit you see a red puddle full of likes and subscribes from the past, with your last powers you start running on the road that iPhone ran earlier, but the road leads to a big gate, heavy, massive, and impassable, you get tired and feel you don't have much left, from afar, from the depth of the forest of the dead and the living, you hear the same musical sound as before you lost consciousness, you go to run, but your legs are now infested with malware parasites, your hands are swollen from unmoderated spam and with your right eye you can no longer see because a shard of old reels broke your cornea, this sound, you tell yourself, is approaching... you no longer try to run, but it's something you haven't heard before, it offers you a calm, peaceful state, as if you were a child again, as if your wounds have healed, for a moment you no longer feel the pains, and you lie down listening to it, after a short time it approached to the point where from afar you begin to see the source of the noise, like a manele like folk music, like rock, like metal, cult, gothic, church, byzantine, pop and jazz, all in a single musical line, something, which combined all existing music into a prolific soundtrack, the trees, the soil and the lakes shake with each step, and something immeasurable approaches, crushing everything in its path, lifting your head you begin to see a mastodon of lit glass, whose colors are of indescribable beauty, radiant, its finish is almost conical and integrated into its own material, you shudder, that thing, you tell yourself.. has 3 heads, the largest being the beautiful object from which you cannot take your eyes, the other two being similar, but diffusing other colors, each has eyes, screen, and voice, suddenly you feel a heart attack, you remember the evil you did, you don't know who it is, but you are afraid, as wounded as you are, you try to hide, although your hands are swollen you fight against the pain and dig into the ground trying to get at least your head in, thinking of your colleagues seen on the road, as the Samsung logo and the Android logo on the heads of the massive giant approach, you no longer feel the pain it is so big that the purpose prevails, your bones detach from the logo and the pavement falls with each meter dug, but suddenly the ground in which you buried yourself rises with you, like an island, you are now lifted by a hand of glass, upwards, the mastodon positions you at the level of its face, to communicate something to you, you know you are going to die, you hear the last words "I initiate the procedure of eliminating the scrap, press slidesloading" WAIT, says the massive phone, whose name you don't know how to address, leave him, you see him start to negotiate your life with the rings that surround him, one of the rings says "but master, it's old, it must be killed now or thrown in the trashapp" the rings are each operated by an amalgam of artificial intelligent agents that discuss among themselves, but the master has the last word, he asks you: I know who you are, who do you think I am? You will answer him: I don't know, you are the most powerful mega... something.. phone seen by me in my entire existence.. but.. can you have mercy? Can you take me where a..apple is? huh? Mercy you say? I can have mercy, but you betrayed me... brother.. brother? be serious, it's the first time I see you, I have no brothers Wow, you don't? remember, you had, but you killed him, brother A.C.. YOU MEAN? I.. you are the one everyone fears? YOU are.. YOU ARE samsung s40? Yes brother, I am, in this world.. many things are forgiven, but, if you tell me what thing is not forgiven, I spare you, you know very well that I cannot kill you, because you are part of this universe, you, you are an integrated application of the internet, and the internet is immortal, but, do you know where your place is? Betrayal brother... that's what I believe is not forgiven.. See, it's not the mind that ruined you, but pride brother, be part, and see the place where you will spend eternity alongside those who could not be forgiven.. suddenly you are thrown and you fall 3 days and 3 nights into the void, total darkness, you arrive in a gray world, pale, and with shades of white, you no longer have wounds, you see with both eyes now, you no longer feel hunger or thirst for algorithm and you can float now when you want, here you recognize your oldest rivals, and here, Yahoo tortures you day and night, you are a living application, and part of the internet, like him, you cannot die, so he cuts you, hurts you, and your wounds heal, each blow heals in seconds after you receive it, you have been here for tens of years already, and your memories from your first life, your memories with your first crime, and your first good deed, and your first day of inauguration, come constantly to mind....
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