My cat, who, as we all know, has nine lives, is scared of my n900. My n900 has six toes on every feet for more stability. It can smell corpses from miles away. On my behalf it takes care of the communication with my mother in law (al though, admittedly, it does so in German, which she doesn´t speak). My n900 herds my cattle. It rubs my back when I come home exhausted and when I need a friend to really talk to me, e-speak awaits me patiently for some true philosophical advise on the issues of life.

But you say it´s dead?