As a young boy, I was often distracted by whimsy, and as a result was never sufficiently exposed to the concept of the working week and the like for it to become an established part of my conscience. Instead of working hard to provide for the economy like a good citizen, I embarked on flights of fancy and imagination, hoping one day to stumble upon a purpose that would be sufficiently becoming of me, and that I could wear in public. On one such adventure, whilst searching for a suitable patch of sand in which to bury my head for a while, I was interrupted by a wise old merchant who gave me, in exchange for nearly all of my beans, an old phone, quite unlike one that I had ever seen before. Unaccustomed as I was to this unfamiliar technology, I couldn't understand why the reception I was getting wasn't very good. In fact, my first thought was that it was broken. Nevertheless, I persevered with it, and little by little the reception improved. I realised that this particular phone was a very effective means of communication, and that when used correctly could, in fact, transmit vast quantities of information across time and space. 'Wow.' I thought 'Who needs a purpose when they have one of these!' I think I am getting the hang of using it now, because most of the time, the reception I get is very good.
