#technophobe

One week ago.

Clint Barton is a well known technophobe so his teammates are shocked the first time they see him hack into a heavily encrypted server in under 30 seconds.

"Clint. How- I've never even seen you touch a computer before today."

I'm saving up and getting a samsung galaxy a52, a nice mid-range android with none less of the baggage associated with the iphone for like half or a third of the price. I still don't trust any major companies as far as I can throw them, but I'd rather it be open source than strictly proprietary. Ideally I'd like to be able to build a phone the way you can build a PC, give it whatever specs you want, totally modular, no hardware restraints or contracts or warranties to void. I don't want a company to own my data and read my mind and track my every movement for the rest of my life, if that's not too much to ask in our godforsaken Orwellian surveillance state...

Maybe I should just get a jitterbug and a digital camera. I'm spoiled by modern technology I didn't have a decade ago, and it's all extraneous to me. It would certainly help me get over my internet addiction if I could no longer physically access the internet 24/7. All my phone needs to do is let me make calls and send texts. There's no need for a company to know what I'm photographing or where, and they certainly don't need to track my internet history. Give me a few gigs of physical storage for photos, offline music, the occasional audiobooks, and I'm golden. I don't need everything to be connected and traceable or up in the cloud where anyone can see it. I want a dumb phone and a dumb camera and dumb technology in general. I want a glorified USB stick that doesn't report to anyone or anything unless physically connected.

Baby steps. No need to go full Kaczynski living in a shack in the woods just yet; I can wean myself off the grid slowly, give myself a few years to adjust to each step.

"Well, of course I make notes--"

"He's actually sneakily trying to keep his diary in the manual so his wife won't find out he's never bothered to learn how to use me," said the demon.

"What about the Vimes manual, then?" snapped Vimes. "I notice you've never bothered to learn how to use me!"

The demon hesitated. "Humans come with manuals?" it said.

"It'd be a damned good idea!" said Vimes.

"True," murmured Angua.