originally published 8-19-11
Even George Jetson would be impressed.
I was there for the presentation, and you might think you know what it can do, but, trust me, you don't know a fraction of what it really can do.
Sure, you can run an infinity of apps on it, but would you believe that the iPhone responds to--and responds back with--verbal commands? This, however, is probably something that Steve Jobs would rather keep a secret between him and his cabal.
"Wow," I said, gently holding a sample iPhone in my hands. "You're pretty sweet."
"Thank you," it answered, with a soft, feminine voice. "You're not so bad yourself."
Before I could be surprised, the man next to me started choking on a ham sandwhich.
The iPhone pushed me back.
"Call 911," it commanded, and proceeded to perform the Heimlich maneuver.
Something flew out of the man's mouth.
He was able to breathe again.
"Thank you," he told me, clearly confused about what had just transpired.
Before I could answer, however, Apple's Private Security Force, the PSF, was already taking him away. I never saw that man again. It was as if he had just disappeared.
I looked around.
The iPhone was gone.
My personal phone beeped.
It was a text message from the iPhone.
It read: "Meet me in the alley." So I snuck off from the presentation. Steve Jobs eyed me suspiciously as I left.
She--I mean "it"--was already waiting for me.
"You can't tell anybody anything about what you just saw," she told me. "Go back to El Paso, Jim. Go back to El Paso before they make you disappear."
"Freeze!" a PSF agent barked. He had a gun.
With a swift kick the iPhone knocked the weapon out of his hand. The agent tried to punch the iPhone in its gut, but the iPhone smoothly blocked his punch, and hit him hard in his solar plexus.
The agent collapsed like President Obama's health plan.
"Oh my god," I yelled out. "He's going into cardiac arrest!"
"Quick," she ordered, "place me on his chest."
I did. She acted like a defibrillator. Wtih a jolt of well-placed electricity she got his heart started again.
"I'll always love you," she told me, "but you've got to leave. Now!"
So I did.
I ran out of the alley. When I was safely hidden across the street I looked back. I could see other PSF agents taking my beloved iPhone away in handcuffs. A gun to her head. The fallen agent already "disappeared." I never saw her again, but, like I said...
...you wouldn't believe it.