[ WP ] Your heart only beats while your phone battery is charged .

**4 % ** 
 
 You know, I do n't even remember why I did it. When they implemented this system, made it mandatory for everyone to be linked to their cell phones, the new models? The ones they said were pretty much impervious and would last the rest of our lives? 
 
 I did n't tell anyone my phone number. 
 
 No, not even you. 
 
 Surprised? 
 
 I know what you're thinking. That you've seen me making and taking calls, hell, that you've *called* me on this same number. So how is it that I never told anyone my phone number? 
 
 Surprise. 
 
 I guess I failed to mention that I had a second number. A second phone. 
 
 It's not hard, really. All it takes is a little paranoia, and someone with knowledge of the system looking to make a little extra cash. Get them to create an extra account in the supposedly foolproof system, of a guy with the same name, birthday and details, and poof. You can send out another phone to link to another account with all the accurate details. 
 
 And most importantly? A phone that nobody knows about. 
 
 **3 % ** 
 
 You know what the problem was? I never bothered fucking upgrading the fucking thing. Battery improvements, satellite tracking, all of that jazz, I just forgot over the years. Did n't even think about it, really. 
 
 I'd created my'secret' phone as a lark, remember? What did I care if it was the base model or not? I just charged it once every night and that was all I did with it. Only kept it around because it was the actual phone linked to my heartbeat. Did n't touch it otherwise. 
 
 Hell, did n't even *think* about it otherwise. 
 
 The new phones? With their upgraded batteries? They'll last for days. 
 
 The original model? Twenty-four hours and that's it. 
 
 Which leaves me in a bit of a bind, does n't it? 
 
 **2 % ** 
 
 To be honest, I did n't think our marriage was quite this bad. 
 
 Sure, we had our problems, but were they problems enough to KILL for? I certainly did n't think so. 
 
... Clearly, you felt differently. 
 
 Technological marvels, they called em. Link your phone to your identity and your life. Ca n't even begin to imagine how anyone thought that'd be a good idea. 
 
 You drove me out here, tied up like a pig. Rolled me out of the car and drove off, my phone sitting securely next to you in the passenger seat. 
 
 What was there to ensure? You knew my number. You've seen me use that phone day in, day out, for three years of dating and ten years of marriage. You were so sure that that was my phone. You were sure enough that you did n't even imagine the possibility that you might have been wrong. 
 
 **1 % ** 
 
 I wish I could see it. The look on your damned face when you get back into town. 
 
 I wish I could see that wide-eyed, fish-mouthed look of surprise on your face when the cops pick you up. When they play this message for you. 
 
 The sedative wore off a little before midnight. I woke up with 8 % left on my battery. Not enough time to get anyone to come out and pick me up, to save my life. 
 
 But more than enough juice to call the cops, let them know what happened. To record this message to be played back to you when they catch you. 
 
 One percent left. Not too long now. 
 
 I've already called my parents, told them that I loved them. 
 
 So I guess there's only one thing left to say. 
 
 I want a divorce. 
 
 **0 % **
