When You Smash Things, They Break

I was angry. Angrier than usual. I threw my phone at my hardwood floor as hard as I could. I hoped it would shatter into a thousand pieces, keys flying off of my catwalk onto the first floor below. I hoped that the display would be dislodged from the front of my phone and crack down the middle as it clacked against the floor, bouncing off of the wall.

Instead, the battery cover flew off of the phone and the battery popped out and fell down the stairs. No other damage was visible. The body of my phone was nowhere to be found. After searching for ten minutes, fuming, I found it. I muttered to myself angrily about how worthless the phone was as I replaced the battery. When the phone powered on after what seemed an eternity, it worked perfectly. My phone that had been broken for weeks suddenly worked as if new after being smashed against my hardwood floor.

Excited, I began to explore regions of my phone that had been untouched since it was broken, reading SMS messages and such...

The screen turned off. No buttons functioned. My phone returned to its broken state.