The Fitbit

This story begins with a discarded Fitbit.

I lay comatose in a drawer left there by my former wristy host. I was programmed to be a down-to-earth-plain-jane-bit. Nothing fancy you see. Then one day a hand reached into the drawer and lifted me out. Of course I had no idea of what was going on until I was plugged in and felt the power surging through my bits.

My lights came on and in no time at all the five of them shone in an alternative sequence, signaling I was ready.

The wrist was different and after several weeks of wearing it was evident that everything was different. Most of all it seemed that things were now way more laidback.

One of my programmed duties is to issue a weekly report to encourage and motivate my wristy host. As best as I could this is what I messaged…

“Congratulations Mark T.!!!. You have reached the status of a penguin!!!”

I left it at that not wanting to elaborate because an Emperor didn’t fit the bill. My host was more like a Jackass Penguin shuffling along braying like a donkey in a Shrek show somewhere.

What I did add to my congratulatory report was that “The best is yet to come.”

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