Quentin signed for the package and nervously

Quentin signed for the package and nervously pulled the tab on the envelope. Palms sweating, he reached inside and pulled out what appeared to be a photograph. It was of a thumb.

He looked closely at the whorls on the amputated digit. They looked familiar. Quentin asked himself what nut among his Hollywood associates would send him a picture of their thumb?

Then he realized it was his thumb. This must have been the time when he dropped his phone back in Africa when he smoked hashish with Brad Pitt. Quentin's thumbs were powerfully

adapted to texting having developed sensitive yet calloused pads. With the arrival of smartphones, Quentin realised he was up an evolutionary dead-end. To preserve his unique thumb

s, Quentin wanted to end smartphones. His slogan read, "MY TUMS R SMARTERN UR FONES." Maybe it was true. Quentin's thumbs had an IQ of 165, and they could write software code

and thumb war tactical treatises in Quentin's sleep. His thumbs had the Midas touch of intelligence, granting smarts to the most rotary of phones. If only Quentin touched himself,

he might be engaging in microsurgery now instead of thumb wars! Nonetheless, Quentin's contributions to the emergence of smart phones garnered him quite a bit of money & prestige,

not to mention a number of assassination attempts by the emerging Luddite Resistance. But their slingshot pellets only grazed Quentin's skin and the blowgun darts merely stuck in

Concealed by the deafening racket of his preparations, the moment snuck up on him & attacked. Trying to ruin the moment he closed his eyes, only for a moment & the moment was gone.