He started life with such potential. Storing phone numbers, calendars, little notes, all the important data his master could provide. But it wasn't enough. This PDA had ideas above his station. He left his masters employ, and after a string of adventures ended up stranded outside in the rain. When his master found him, he did the only humane thing he could:
Three bullets from a .22 and the PDA was no more. Rest In Pieces.