Get an IPhone 8, they said. It’s all-glass body is really sturdy, they said. And water resistant, they said.
Eliza’s predominate thought right now, which was ringing through all her processes at once as she watched her cracked iPhone sink to the bottom of a fountain was I should of stuck with Android.
But now wasn’t the time to kick herself falling into the Cult of Cupertino. She only had a few precious seconds before the phone died and cut of her link to internet, and her phsysical body vanishes. She wasn’t in any real danger; it would just be a hassle to reform at home, grab a new phone, then come all the way back to the city to collect her broken phone.
She reached out with her technopathy, and seized on the nearest phone she could find. It has pretty basic security on it, enough tp thwart a ransom script kiddie with with WiFi sniffer, but nothing for her to disable and slip past. Her body next to the fountain vanished into puff of static, and she transited to this new, unfamiliar projection point. She hopped whoever's phone this was was would be cool about the whole thing.
Erione would first notice that his screen had gone blue from edge to edge, with a single white heart in the center. Then from the speaker, a girl’s voice was mumbling. “Ok, don’t be looking at you phone, don’t be looking at your phone, don’t be looking...” the field of blue on the screen zoomed out some, enough for Erione to see it was an eye. “Oh, crap.” The voice finished.
The imag zoomed out some more until Erione could see all of Eliza’s face in his screen. “Um high there! You’re probably wondering what I’m doing in your phone and stuff...”. Nervous, and not currently limited by physical laws, a large anime-style sweatdrop appeared at the side of her face as she stammered, “T-there’s a perfectly good reason for that...”