The iSoul is my Prime membership; I can order everything from A to Z.
My packages — of which I am part and parcel — lie in carrier facilities; they run along a river of conveyors to carriers who brave wind, rain, snow or sleet. My purchases restore my credit; and my rising annual fee ensures two-day, home delivery.
Yes, even though I navigate cyberspace through the shadowy threat of identity theft, I will fear no malicious hack; for the iSoul’s security and loss prevention team has my back; whether the corporate logo is an arrow or a smile, they comfort me.
I can search for, say, the perfect coffee table (but some assembly is required); I can bulk order toiletries and other sundries in which to bathe myself from head to toe; the beverage in my new spill-proof mug stays hot or cold, as the case may be.
My goodness, I’ll stay on Prime ’til I drop, and I will shop at home forever (or vice versa).