John Lennon and Steve Jobs are stuck in Stuck in a Desert Gas Station and forced to have a deep conversation.

"Imagine all the people, Steve, connected by something simpler than this bloody Wi-Fi," John sighed, gesturing at the flickering screen.

"Simplicity, John, is the ultimate sophistication," Steve countered, polishing his glasses with a napkin, "It's about stripping away the unnecessary to reveal the essential beauty."

"Beauty's in the eye of the beholder, mate, and I see a world drowning in beige technology," John retorted, picking up a dusty harmonica.

"We give them the canvas, John, the power to create their own symphony," Steve insisted, his gaze fixed on the horizon.

"But are they painting, Steve, or just endlessly rearranging the same damn pixels?" John asked, a melancholic tune escaping the harmonica.

"They're connecting, sharing, evolving in ways we can only begin to imagine," Steve proclaimed, a hint of evangelism in his voice.

"Imagine no possessions, Steve, I wonder if you can even fathom that freedom," John challenged, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Freedom is having the tools to express yourself, to realize your potential," Steve declared, his tone unwavering.

"But what if the tools become the master, Steve, enslaving us to their endless upgrades?" John pondered, strumming a discordant chord.

"Then we have failed, John, to inspire them to *think different*," Steve concluded, his gaze hardening with a renewed sense of purpose.