Hey Siri, fetch me some supper, will ya?

The iPhone X came out. Whoopty-doo!

The home button is gone (amazing!) The screen goes right to the phone's edge (remarkable!) Instead of scanning your fingerprint, it scans your face (creepy!) And all for $1300 (so cheap!) I could buy two non-Apple laptops AND a flat-screen TV for that price. 

Don't get me wrong, I like new technology and I love my iPhone, but the marginal benefit of upgrading to an iPhone X at this point in my life is... marginal.  

Why? Because nothing compares to your first iPhone. That incredible feeling when your life took a giant leap into the digital age. The moment you realized you would never be alone again... "Hey Siri, tell me that you love me."  

Back in 2011, my Dad was the digital trail-blazer – the first in our family to buy a so-called smart phone. A person who'd never shown an interest in computers came home one day with a swanky iPhone 4S. He still uses it. 

Yes, six years later he still uses a phone that could belong in a museum. It's outlived my iPhone 5 and will probably be around when I ditch my iPhone 6. He doesn't want a new one. He understands the marginal benefits of a new phone are... once again, marginal. 

It's like getting your first car. No matter how big a junk heap it was, it was still amazing. My Pontiac Firefly's one-litre engine of pure gutless glory was all I needed to get from point A to point B. Sure, it once left me high and dry in minus thirty degree weather, but it was my first car. Its windshield frosted up in winter and it had so much road noise you could barely hear one another speak on the highway. It didn't have air conditioning, heated seats, bluetooth (hey, I was lucky if the radio worked) or power windows – but it was my first car.  

I felt the same about my first iPhone. It was revolutionary, it was monumental, it was the dawn of checking my phone every five minutes for phantom texts. As my friend said about her first iPhone: "It changed my life."

My second iPhone was even better - bigger screen and more options – but there wasn't the same sense of wonder and awe. After picking up a brand new, shiny iPhone 7, my co-worker said nonchalantly: "As long as it can text and surf the Internet, I'm good." 

Smart phones have hit the glass ceiling of human expectations. It's natural. Sure, there will be another breakthrough eventually, like when they can cook you supper. 

"Hey Siri, make me a lasagna, heavy on the cheese. And grab me a cold one from the fridge, would ya?" 

I suspect it will be a while.