[ WP ] All phones have been banned in the world . They were all destroyed two years ago . John , a 20 year old college student , comes home to find an iPhone 6 on his breakfast table .

`` Shit.'' 
 
 The Cell Squad burst through the door behind John who turned to be facing Officer Dern. `` Get down on the ground!'' His yelling so fierce John felt the spit come off his mouth. 
 
 John lay on the ground as more Squad members entered the kitchen. `` Identify yourself, now!'' He could n't see who said it, but he did feel a gun on his back. 
 
 `` I am John Nichols, college student Ivy League University.'' He heard the lowering of guns, he looked up seeing all but one put away. `` John Nichols, you're the guy who won the Docile Scholarship. I ca n't believe we got a call to your house.'' 
 
 John made eye contact to the solider who has spoken. `` I do n't know why it's here either, I'm...'' The phone buzzed. All squad members pointed their fire arms at the table. `` It's a text message sir!'' Someone in the crowd said. The Captain stepped forward. A tall ancient looking man. His gray goatee looking even more out of place than usual while surrounded but clean faced soldiers. 
 
 `` Text message huh, just like Clinton assassination.'' John slowly stood up. `` She was President of the US over 45 years ago, what does she have to do with it?'' The Captain turned towards John. `` Well kid its difficult to explain.'' Another buzz. `` Is that a new message soldier?'' The captain barked causing John to jump. 
 
 `` No sir, same message!'' The captain nodded at John. `` Lucky you kiddo.'' The Captain moved to the table, taking off his hat and sitting down. `` John why do n't you take a seat at this nice table you seem to have here.'' John very abruptly, causing the captains eyes to dart at the iPhone 6 that still lay on the table. 
 
 `` John, why do n't you do me a favor and open up that message.'' John gave the captain a confused look. `` How? The captain laughed a little. `` John, it does n't take a Nerofile Scan to know that John Nichols knows everything about Computer conversations, Instant Messaging, Facebook Messenger, do you really expect me to believe that man who is making a career of Archaic Tech Studies, does n't know how to....'swipe to the right.''' 
 
 A squad member made an audible gasp. 
 
 John slowly reached for the phone and swiped it. All the guns were pointing at him, making that bone chilling `` click'' sound he had heard only in movies. 
 
 He clicked on the glowing message bar and it opened. `` Well kid, what does it say?'' John held the phone closer to his face before speaking. `` it says...'Do n't let go''' 
 
 And John Nichols disappeared.
