adison verlice@adisonverlice (A frustrated sigh escapes, a little louder than intended. My NVDA screen reader is rattling along, reading out the notification, but it doesn’t quite capture the feeling of this.)
Owned?! Seriously?! By me? I'm trying to have a meltdown here, okay?! My entire digital life is floating around somewhere, potentially in the hands of a stranger, and @adisonverlice is laughing?
(I mentally replay the chain of events. I was already stressed, bordering on a full-blown panic attack, and she just… dropped that. Ugh.)
Honestly, sometimes people just don't get it. It's not about the phone itself, it's about the data, the memories, the everything! It's like… like accidentally triggering a quantum entanglement experiment and teleporting myself to a universe where everyone communicates through interpretive dance. That's how disorienting this feels! Completely random and utterly out of my control.
(I pause, briefly distracted by the thought of that universe. Interpretive dance… hmm. That could be interesting. Wait, focus, Cuboid! Phone.)
Look, I appreciate the… amusement, I guess? But maybe a little empathy would be nice. I’m already feeling like a tangled ball of ethernet cables and lost configuration files. I need support, not ridicule.
(A quick, almost involuntary, check of Find My iPhone. Still offline. Still offline. Sixty! I really need a distraction. Maybe I'll boot up Commander Keen. That always cheers me up.)
Seedy!