Pretty much every Xiaomi is repairable. I’ve replaced screens, batteries, fingerprint sensors, etc. on several of them. It’s actually pretty easy and you can find videos+guides online. Every time you order a replacement screen (or whole assembly) it comes with a pack of tools that you need. The hardest part is ungluing the screen/screen assembly from the phone body. I found the best way to do it is on a 3D printer base, the heated mat has adjustable temperature so you can never go too hot.

You’re better of buying Chinese brands through whatever store that promises a long warranty.

When my (After)Shokz headphones broke, I wanted to repair them. I could do so in China, but in the West they just redirected me to the store that sold them to me. Lenovo and DJI are probably the best, but that’s because these are brands that have a large market share and will have local service centers. So if you’re going for phone brands such as Xiaomi or Huawei, better to send them a mail and just ask what happens if your device dies.

Okay, this typo needs to become a direct-to-streaming movie.

So we open on the usual cyberpunk future. Worldbuilding scenes establish that Chinese brain implants are favoured because they’re cheap, they work, and they’re repairable. A popular model offers auxillary memory to get everyone’s neopronouns right.

Various Western nations get all panicky and paranoid, waiting for Xi’s-head-in-a-jar-atop-a-500-metre-Gundam to do something with them. Surely the Big Mind Control Button is right next to the Big Communism Button. We see invasive scans at border crossings and forcible internment; a B-plot involves a character dying from mandated removal surgery and exchange. Turns out nobody can afford Western augmentations, and they’re made with General Motors quality anyway.

The main story gets kickstarted by the surprise synchronized mass murder of landlords across Manhattan, now a Nevada Limited Liability Corporation. Joe Biden, serving his 17th term as an AI hosted on a Commofore 128, orders the war machines to spool up, as this was clearly coordinated foreign-brand mass terrorism of doom. Just waiting on a suitable piece of evidence to pull the trigger and start WWIII. Cue frantic law enforcement chewing scenery interspersed with comic terror as the characters start to panic over everyone and everything that wss ever within 3000km of Beijing. After the obligatory dead ends and viloence, the stock white-coat nerd character walks out of the crime lab and technobabbles thst the implants did nothing. The killers developed class consciousness all by themselves.