White, shiny, curvy devices, waiting for me on the shelf. Calling out. To be used.

They have recessed buttons, begging dirt to enter but whisking it away with superior airflow technology when it comes too close.

They have low-relief domes gliding across their sleek surfaces that mock the flat tabletop that supports them.

Their internal organs are microchips and mainframes. Their skin is a petroleum substrate, shaped in China and sold everywhere.

They are useful. They are beautiful. They are mine.