Scene: Obscenely lavish private hospital room. Steve Jobs lies, almost in state, among life support machinery. A private aide enters.
Steve: Is it done?
Aide: Well sort of…
Steve: Whaddya mean “sort of”?
Aide: Well, we released something.
Steve: Something doesn’t sound like what I was expecting. I’ve been hanging on for the iPhone 5. Where’s the iPhone 5?
Aide: It’s still on the backburner. We want to release something that actually makes and takes phone calls. We’ve released the iPhone 4S.
Steve: Ah, that fuckin’ does it!
Steve tears the drips and support gear out of his nose and arm. The beeping turns to a unbroken tone.
End scene.
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