Librarian, 113
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"O Deep Thought Computer," he said. "The task we have designed you to perform is this. We want you to tell us…" he paused, "…the Answer."
"The answer?" said Deep Thought. "The answer to what?"
"Life!" urged Fook.
"The universe!" said Lunkwill.
"Everything!" They said in chorus.
— The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, Douglas Adams, p. 113
Computers are fucking stupid.
This is the only thought that buzzes in the red-haired boy’s head as he wrestles with a dismantled cell phone. One set of fingers grasps the sleek, aluminum frame while the other uses a tool as thin as a toothpick to prod at one of the micro-processors inside the device. It’s rigged, he thinks first, to prevent any tampering, but Kyungsoo knows better than anyone else that anything in the world can be split apart—anything at all. And this phone is no exception.
Unfortunately, neither is the boy’s patience.
It’s perhaps a grand total of ten seconds later when he yells a frustrated 'Fuck!' and decides messing with the device is not worth all this effort, much like anything (and everything) else he does in life. Annoyance clouds the better half of his judgement, dancing on his shoulders and crawling into his ears, and this is the only reason why he throws the phone down the empty sidewalk.
Well, what he assumed to be empty.
Apparently, people do things after dusk, like walking around the city and disturbing streets that should be free of visitors. Now that things like leisure time and electricity exist in the world, people tend to still be out and about even after the planet has turned from largest source of light in the galaxy, and some people happen to be around when angry boys with fiery red hair throw cell phones down the street. Even fewer people happen to get hit in the arm when said boys are relieving stress, and Kyungsoo has just beat all the odds tonight.
Fantastic.
