Life-Saving Phone Upgrade
Burhan strolled out the tech store into the bright sun and sweet-smelling flowers. The recycled paper bug crinkled softly in his hand, which was gingerly holding his latest prize -- the much-anticipated "GlobePhone X". The back of the box advertised its latest technological accomplishment of a built-in AED, but Burhan was more enamored by the hedonistic upgrades.
He tore the box open right there, in the middle of the sidewalk. He was especially eager to test out the phone's enhanced video recording capabilities. The outdoor mall's vertical farm shimmered in the sunlight, a cascade of leafy greens and vibrant vegetables climbed up the exterior of each building.
Burhan pointed the GlobePhone at the farm, marveling as the AI upscaling was able to get a great view of a tiny bee flying from flower to flower in a full 8K. Every dewdrop and every flower petal were all rendered in breathtaking detail.
"This is insane," he muttered to himself, zooming in on a plump, crimson tomato hanging from a vine. He could practically taste its sweet juiciness through his screen. It was more than a phone; it was a portal into visual ecstasy.
Lost in his euphoria, he barely registered the bustling activity around him. He weaved through the crowd, his eyes glued to the phone's screen, capturing the vibrant tapestry of solar panels on the rooftop and rainwater harvesting systems discreetly tucked away.
A group of teenagers watching a street performance. A young couple sharing a cultivated burger at a café. Burhan recorded it all, his finger hovering over the record button, eager to document everything.
Immersed in his gadget, he didn't see what caused the commotion nearby. He looked over to see a woman, her face a sickly pale, crumpled on the floor. A hush fell over the crowd as bystanders rushed to her aid.
Burhan recognized her as Juliette, the kind baker who was always kind to him. He knelt beside her and looked at his phone again. He knew he had to take action.
With trembling hands, he fumbled into the phone's settings to activate the feature. The phone's screen lit up, displaying clear, concise instructions. The phone's back magnetically detached, revealing pads and a mess of wiring. He attached the AED pads to Juliette's chest.
The device analyzed her heart rhythm, showing a concerning graph on the screen. A moment later, the phone's robotic voice issued a prescription: "Shock advised."
Without hesitating, Burhan pressed the shock button.
"Stand back," it advised.
The device delivered a jolt of electricity and Juliette's body convulsed. A few agonizing seconds passed and there was a second jolt.
Burhan held his breath, hoping for good news.
Then a sigh escaped her lips. Her chest rose and fell. A faint pulse began showing up on the phone's screen, suggesting she was going to be okay.
Relief washed over him once the paramedics arrived, taking over her care. The crowd dispersed, their panic transformed into gratitude.
In the aftermath, he couldn't shake the feeling he had been placed here intentionally at the right place and time.
Juliette's eyes opened and she looked over at Burhan.
"Thank you," she gasped. "You saved my life."
Burhan felt his cheeks flush.
"It was nothing," he replied nonchalantly as he grabbed her hand.
"Can I use your phone? I need to call my husband," she asked.
"Of course," Burhan said, feeling a sense of pride in his gadget.
But as he glanced at the phone now, its screen had become dark. The power button didn't do anything either. The AED, while successful, had drained the phone's battery completely.
"I'm sorry," he answered with disappointment. "The battery died."
"Don't worry," she murmured. "Guess that's the price we pay for progress."
"Yeah, I guess so," Burhan managed a weak smile.
One of the paramedics lent their phone to her, an old model with scratches along the glass. Juliette looked relieved as she spoke to her husband, assuring him that she was alright.
Later, as Burhan walked home, he pulled out his dead phone again. He mused that perhaps his pursuit of pixel counts and processor speeds was overrated. Maybe it was time to pay a little more attention to the practical features. After all, a high-res video was meaningless next to a simple phone call with someone who cares about you.
He held up the phone and the city lights glinted off its sleek surface. He was looking forward to the next day, when he'd really get a chance to learn how to use this technology to its full extent.