https://techcrunch.com/2025/12/30/the-phone-is-dead-long-live-what-exactly/
It was a companion, a distraction, a fidget toy, a security blanket. People looked at him strangely. Standing on a transit platform among the crowds: silent, still, looks that were somewhere between blank and deeply enhanced. They’d glance at him before returning to their state; puzzled. His hands moved where theirs were deep in their pockets. He held it carefully, a tiny presence. His fingers danced across the surface. The light illuminated his face. He paid attention and then looked away. As the carriage arrived he put it away. He might take it out again later, or he might not.