Computer

Tempermental thing, this electronic typewriter/moving picture screen device, but I shall master it. It is quite useful, despite its idiosyncrasies. I can deliver notes to anyone I wish instantaneously (although there's nothing better than a hand-written note mysteriously appearing in a pocket to strike fear in your victim's heart), I can compose my music and hear it performed by a (albeit electronically-supplied) symphony seconds later, and I can keep a database on every employee in the Opera House and every last little secret they have (which will come in handy now that I'm getting on in age). And it also has this crest of sorts emblazoned on various parts of its hardware in the shape of an apple.

I love apples.

Your obedient friend,
O.G.