The other day, I asked my grandfather about the new mobile phone I had bought him two days earlier. He looked at it for a long while then he started "Listen to me my grandson, this device is really magic. As you can see, it is thin, tiny and light, but it has a huge power. It is this same instrument which can make you contact someone living thousands of miles away from you in almost no time, can also make you ignore someone else sitting by your side for hours. It is magical, no? I don't actually understand what games have to do with a device designed basically for calls and messages. Is it for this reason they call it a smart phone?!"
My grandpa abruptly halted to give his mobile phone a second closer investigating look before he resumed, "Listen grandson! This device has made our life easier, I must admit it, but it has also made it complicated. For me it is a mere device with only one function, to call and receive calls. For you, maybe, it is a TV set, a radio, a recorder, a camera, a computer, a calculator and much more. That's the complicated life I'm talking about. I think this phone is smart enough only for lazy people, but for me it is only a machine, an appliance and a tool ... in brief, a telephone. I will not allow it to control my time, to distract me, to dictate me how I should live and lead my life. I'd rather give it back to you, say thanks and start raising pigeons. I've already been here decades and decades before your android was invented, and before you and even your father were born. I didn't mean to spend all the trying long ages I have survived just to wait for this dumb little thing to make choices for me, to make my life look better and to keep me connected. No! I have never been in complete isolation, and … Well, thanks anyway boy. Game Over!"