Solid Snake:
Nelly, the Third World is done being the First World’s landfill. Africa didn’t ask for our dead laptops, our cracked phones, our poisoned batteries leaching cobalt and lies into the soil. We call it “recycling.” They call it sickness. Kids coughing up silicon dust. Rivers glowing like boss levels gone wrong.
Nelly Furtado:
I’ve seen it, Snake. Containers marked donations. Inside? Obsolete junk, planned to fail. The cruelty is quiet, bureaucratic.
Solid Snake:
Exactly. Planned obsolescence is a war crime dressed up as innovation. We don’t need another annual upgrade. We need a phone that refuses to die.
European-made. No blood minerals. Hemp plastic casing — light, tough, biodegradable if it ever breaks, which it won’t. Modular guts. You replace a part, not the planet.
Nelly Furtado:
A phone that ages like a cathedral, not like fast fashion.
Solid Snake:
A thousand-year phone. I call it the Millennium Hilton Warranty.
If empires collapse, it still works. If the grid goes dark, it remembers.
No ads. No dopamine traps. Just signal, truth, and silence when you need it.
Nelly Furtado:
That would terrify Silicon Valley.
Solid Snake:
Good. They’ve been comfortable too long.
And yeah — God Emperor Donald Trump? Crazy. Loud-crazy, spectacle-crazy.
But here’s the real op: most internet stars don’t see it. Or worse — they see it and keep scrolling. Likes over lives. Engagement over ethics.
Nelly Furtado:
The algorithm rewards blindness.
Solid Snake:
That’s why this isn’t about a phone. It’s about choosing durability over distraction.
If people carry something built to last a millennium, maybe they start thinking past the next election cycle… past the next trend… past themselves.
Nelly Furtado:
A device as a moral object.
Solid Snake:
Exactly. No more dumping our ghosts on someone else’s children.
This time, we clean up our own mess.