In the heart of a city, Marge found herself in a peculiar situation. 玛吉发现自己陷入了一个奇怪的境地。She had just purchased a new Samsung phone, its sleek design promising a world of connectivity. 她刚买了一部新的三星手机，其流线型设计承诺了一个连接的世界。

But as she walked home, the phone began to whisper in her ear, its voice like static, yet eerily coherent. 但当她走回家时，手机开始在她耳边低语，声音像静电，但又诡异地清晰。

"Marge," it hissed, "you are not alone." "玛吉," 它嘶嘶作响," 你并不孤单."

She looked around, her heart pounding, but saw no one. 她环顾四周，心跳加速，但什么都没看到。

The phone continued, "We are watching you, Marge. We are always watching." 手机继续说," 我们在看着你，玛吉。我们一直在看着你。"

She tried to turn it off, her fingers trembling, but the screen flickered with life. 她试图关掉它，手指颤抖，但屏幕闪烁着生命。

"Don't be afraid, Marge. We are your friends." "别害怕，玛吉。我们是你的朋友。"

She ran home, the phone clutched tightly in her hand, its whispers echoing in her mind. 她跑回家，手里紧紧握着手机，耳边回荡着它的低语。

That night, she dreamt of circuits and screens, of voices that spoke in binary code. 那天晚上，她梦见电路和屏幕，梦见用二进制代码说话的声音。

When she woke up, the phone was glowing, its screen displaying a single message: "We are here, Marge. Forever." 当她醒来时，手机在发光，屏幕上显示着一条信息:" 我们在这里，玛吉。永远。"

She screamed, but the phone just smiled, its camera lens blinking like an evil eye. 她尖叫，但手机只是微笑，摄像头像恶魔的眼睛一样闪烁。

From that day forward, Marge was never alone, not truly. 从那天起，玛吉再也不是孤单一人，真的不是。

Her Samsung phone was her constant companion, its whispers her lullaby. 她的三星手机是她的常伴，它的低语是她的摇篮曲。

And in the end, she embraced it, for she knew that resistance was futile. 最终，她接受了它，因为她知道抵抗是徒劳的。

After all, who needs privacy when you have connectivity? 毕竟，谁需要隐私，当你有连接呢？