The heat was sweltering, but my dad insisted on working outside.
"Uh - dad?"
"Yes?"
"Why's your Mac stuck to the table?"
He tried to lift it, and with a horrible squelch it came free of the table, leaving traces of silver stuff on the wood. More of this shiny, metallic liquid was dripping from the laptop. The apple logo on the back now more resembled a pear or banana. Then, the hinge disintegrated in the hot sun and the two halves fell apart with a splash. The screen was now a blindingly bright, swirling mess of pixels. That was melting too now, clear plastic mixing into a multicoloured puddle of silver, green, black, coppery orange, white and a surprising variety of other colours spreading out over the table and patio. The keyboard was now the only part that remained. One by one the keys too fizzled away into the smoking, glittering mass of Mac.
"I don't think AppleCare covers melting..." I said to my dad.