An iPhone 3. Seemingly intact, but for the tell-tale bulge and cracks in the back case. Signs of batterycitis. I couldn't let it lay there in its misery.
I had to buy it. I had to bring it home.
Upon arrival to my tech-cave, I found a secure niche for my new old treasure. Then, the search began for treatment methods. It didn't take long, thanks to Powerbook Medic, to order a new battery, and a set of surgical instruments.
I contemplated the curious irony of the evening. A very high tech marvel, proffered by an age-old business model. The ability to instantly search world-wide by interacting with a monolith. Trying to visualize the almost infinite amount of cooperation and person-power behind the computing and communications infrastructure. A bit overwhelming! Tears flowed. (OK maybe tears didn't flow, but it helps the story.)
Days passed, and the battery and instruments arrived. I had carefully prepared by watching videos on the subject. Then something came up. More days passed. Weeks passed. Months passed. But, my rescue phone was not forgotten.
At last circumstances and attitude aligned. Surgery began.
Gazing into the guts of this amazing machine brought on a sense of wonder and awe. My mind flashed back to that martyr-frog in biology class. But no martyrs this time. I was going to save this creature of man!
The battery, which had turned into a package resembling a small grey baggie full of fluid, was still intact. It was now time to carefully remove the damaged organ, and replace it with one brand-new.
Closing up was a bit of a challenge. The myriad of incredibly clever little connectors, some carrying data, and some rf, had to go precisely back into place, all while carefully holding the screen just close enough to facilitate the union.
Now waiting and recovery begin. Good signs. The screen displayed a battery charging symbol, but still too early to tell. I was actually glad. I needed some rest after the strain of being an iPhone surgeon.
After a few hours in recovery, my rescue phone lit up as if it were brand new! It seemed to beacon "Thank You!"
A software update and reset followed in short order. Then a virtual trip to the App Store to download ipCam.
Now, my rescued wonder dutifully serves as a garage door security camera.
Every time I'm in the garage, I make a point to gaze at it, knowing I've seen its soul, and I've helped it return to society. I'm filled with joy, and a little laughter at how we, as a society, have such a love affair with wires in a box.
What joy my rescue phone has brought to me!