And so it ends, only to begin again.

Sometime in the not so distant future….

Pacing back and forth in his office, Steve kept periodically looking at his watch in an attempt to tell whether it was time to leave or not. These last few days, Silicon valley had become a most gloomy and unwelcoming place.
When the clock finally struck eleven, Steve started packing to leave. He only took the most necessary things out of his office. His iPhone, an aluminium apple, and a newton tablet computer, running the most recent Newton OS. There was not a single device which could beat the Newton at using a calculator, marking things down in one’s calendar and, well, playing solitaire. Having packed up, Steve quickly left his office, and made his way out of the building.
Saying goodbye to the security guard, Steve made note of the several obnoxiously-sized apple logos which could be found on the outside of the building. “Huh”, he thought “Never did like those stupid things…”.
Upon reaching his car, Steve started fiddling with his keyring to find the proper key for his iCar, he heard a noise over his shoulder. Turning his head to see what had made it, He just heard someone scream,”GATES IS THE ONLY TRUE GOD” and a loud gunshot. Faster than Steve could say “20,00 user API’s” he felt a sharp burning pain in  his left shoulder. In a showing of panic-crazed genius, Steve unholstered his Newton and threw it at his assailant. Having been hit in the head with a tablet computing sensation, the man crumpled to the ground.
This gave Steve sufficient time to climb into his iCar and drive off, leaving only the smell of burnt rubber in his wake.
The stinging in Steve’s arm had subsided for the timebeing, allowing him to properly drive his car. After rounding the corner of Silicon valley, Steve was encountered by a view of Los Angeles. The white, unibody designed buildings stood out in the night, as did the LA national Apple plaza. A monolithic white idol in the midst of the city of angels, truly a sight to behold. The people had reacted relatively calmly to Apple’s taking over of the city, and gradually the whole world. Your average Joe had become accustomed to taking an iBus to work, just to return to his iHouse later in the day. Unpleasant it may seem, but the Apple corporation had solved global warming, poverty, and bad usability.
Steve often pondered the weight his choice had had on the world, coming to the conclusion that he just had to save the ignorant hairless apes from themselves before it was too late. He had given them the iPod, the iPhone, the iPad, and finally, the perfect iLife. A few still bothered to fight against him. Gates-ists, as they called themselves. A bunch of angry young men! He had not seen Bill gates for over a decade. Reportedly, he had just disappeared from his mansion, not even leaving behind a single USB stick. Way back when, Bill had not shared his views on saving humanity from themselves, yet he had no weapon against iLife.
Looking around the car for something to stop the bleeding, Steve noted, that he was out of gas. This meant he had to find shelter for the night. Deciding to go wash his wound on the beach, Steve started making his way down the highway on foot. In a frenzy of scrubbing his wound with an iNapkin, Steve got an eerie feeling in the back of his throat.  Turning around suddenly, he heard another gunshot. Only this time, it took him down to the ground. Spasming in pain, Steve heard a voice say “Its over, Jobs.” . He identified the man by the glasses he wore. It was Bill gates. His face scarred, and not at all reminiscent of his previous dashingly nerdy good looks. He wore a solemn look on his face, as if he didn’t enjoy doing this.
“Its all over, Steve. Without you, they’ll be like a snake without a head.”
Not waiting for an answer, Bill started making his way off the beach. He stopped in his tracks, hearing a heartbreaking laugh coming from the beach. Turning around, he saw Steve, covered in blood, holding an iPhone.
“You forget, brother. There’s an app for that!”
Suddenly, Bill was pulverized by a laser coming from the top of the Apple plaza. It was no pleasure to see a friend die like this, but Steve was proud he had made such a grandiose last stand. Rolling over onto his back, he looked out to sea.
Before taking his last breath, Steve muttered
“And so it ends, only to begin again”
Bathing in the rays of the rising sun, Steve found solace…