The sun shines widely, gleaming hailstones littering the pavement ahead. For several minutes I feel the strangest sense of recognition, as if the sun is trying to communicate something. Everyone is still laughing and breathing heavily, thankful to be alive. Going the opposite way, we see a motorcyclist heading into the storm. The laptop, at this point, is beyond hope.
Laptop s dead.
Yayo reaches into his satchel and produces one. I m totally flabbergasted. It's like I m in a Twilight Zone episode where I can bring any technical gadget into being just by mentioning it. So it seems I ll be taking notes by hand the rest of the trip and filling in the details later. I m pretty impressed with this little gizmo, but the handwriting recognition fakes zome meeing uzed too.