In a technology museum, various ancient electronic products and their accessories are displayed. Among them, a seemingly ordinary mobile phone charging cable caught the attention of tourists. This cable, although old in appearance, carries a long history.
In the quiet of late night, as the city gradually falls asleep and the lights of countless homes gradually go out, you sit alone by the window, gazing at the deep night sky outside. The moonlight is like water, gently sprinkling on your face, but also reflecting the indescribable loneliness in your heart. At this moment, you are holding a mobile phone charging cable tightly in your hand. It is not only the link between the phone and the power supply, but also invisibly becomes a bridge for you to communicate with loneliness.
I am an ordinary mobile data cable, born in a factory in a small town in southern China. My body is made of soft rubber and tough copper wire, wrapped in a smooth plastic coating on the outside. My mission is to deliver information and electricity to mobile phone users around the world, helping them stay in touch, share stories, and document their lives.
That morning, I woke up as usual, washed up, and prepared to charge my phone. I picked up the charging cable and plugged it into the socket and phone charging port. At this moment, a faint smell of glue hit my nose, making me furrow my brow. I carefully sniffed and found that the smell came from the charging cable itself.
In the bustling city of Metropolis, lived a young tech enthusiast named Lily. Lily was known for her impeccable taste in gadgets and her ability to fix any electronic device with a flick of her wrist. But despite her tech-savvy reputation, she found herself in a peculiar predicament one fateful day.
