'This is NOT a book' it said on the cover.

'This is NOT a book' it said on the cover. He turned it (book?) around in his hands and thought:'if this is NOT a book, then what is it?' He tried to open it, but the cover seemed

to not be a cover. He tried to turn the NotBook over but it just slipped in his hands. He couldn't get a firm grip on it, yet he was holding it. He looked again. This is NOT a book

It was Apple's next big hit. The NotBook was two-dimensional, invisible edge on & weighed nothing.The whole thin sheet was an integrated circuit. He scratched the surface & sniffed

his hand.There were traces of metallic ions, but nothing that his nutrient-dense diet wouldn't account for. The Apple NotBook sent him into a panic with its perhaps overly minimal

g goggles to use it. The Apple Notebook's one key knew by telepathic osmosis the words you wanted to type. Never anything rude or miserable, only happy Apple-sanctioned thoughts

ordained by St. Steve Jobs Himself from beyond His grave. And by "rude or miserable," we mean the Apple Notebook censors all expressions of discontent or alternative interests. Not

that it stopped the people who jailbroke theirs, but they were heathens to the Applehood. St. Steve Jobs then ascended again, having fulfilled his purpose. The Apple Notebook would

be our salvation. "The Lord is my IPad. I shall not DOS. Tho I wander through the Silicon Valley of Doubt, I shall fear no Google. For thine is the Surface, and the Tablet, and

... Ok, I think that's enough sucking up. Now please turn on. I pressed the ON button expectantly and...nothing. Great now I'm going to have to start the chant all over again.