Samsung Galaxy Tab S10 FE price drops by $200: Shoppers rush to snap up on Amazon Australia
With its sleek design, impressive AI features and included S Pen, this Android tablet is built to take your work, creativity and entertainment to the next level.
This is not just a tablet for streaming your favourite shows (although it will make them look incredible on its stunning 10.9-inch 90Hz display).
It is a productivity powerhouse that's as portable as it is powerful, making it a great choice whether you are commuting, studying, travelling or working from your favourite café.
The Galaxy Tab S10 FE is packed with features designed to make life easier.
The intelligent AI tools can help streamline tasks, while the 'Circle to Search' function lets you look up any image, video or text on your screen instantly, no screenshots required.
You simply highlight or circle what you want to find, and the tablet does the rest.
Its wide display gives you plenty of room for multitasking, drawing or note-taking.
Paired with the S Pen, it's ideal for anyone who loves handwriting notes, sketching ideas or even solving maths problems on the go.
The 'Handwriting Help' feature ensures your scribbles are instantly straightened and spaced neatly, while the 'Solve Math' tool can work through complex equations in seconds.
For those who value style as much as performance, the Galaxy Tab S10 FE does not disappoint.
Available in Grey, Silver or Light Blue, it has premium finishes with light-tone accents for a cool, modern look.
The tablet is also impressively slim at just 6.0mm thick and lightweight enough to slip into a tote or backpack without weighing you down.
Durability is another standout factor.
With dust and water resistance, you can confidently take it to the beach, on hikes, or anywhere your day takes you.
The long-lasting battery is engineered to keep up with your busy schedule, so you won't be scrambling for a charger halfway through the day.
If you already own other Galaxy devices, the connected ecosystem lets you share files, sync seamlessly and even use Quick Share to transfer content without cables.
And with Vision Booster technology, the display stays sharp and vibrant whether you are working indoors or outdoors.
At $647, the Samsung Galaxy Tab S10 FE is offering serious value for money.
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Like Mrs Danvers but with a smiley face stuck on, it pretends to be a neutral servant at our beck and call, while all the while fuelling anxiety and gaslighting us. All those impossible, ambiguous choices that begin in a robotically neutral tone and end with an air of doom. 'You have used 95 per cent of storage. DATA MAY NOT BE SAVED.' 'Are you SURE you want to Force Quit? You may lose changes.' Or this, recently: 'The page or resource you are looking for has expired – IT IS GONE AND WILL NOT BE COMING BACK.' I can't help thinking wistfully of someone like Jane Austen having a little engraving of herself or her sister on a mantelpiece, and that was it for self-representation. Now, still stuck at 'two minutes' after two days, the phone taunted me. 'Yes, you CAN cancel the transfer now,' it suggested silkily, '… BUT YOU MAY LOSE ALL DATA.' In the end, I had to cancel the transfer, even if it felt like pushing the big red nuclear button. It had lied, anyway. I hadn't lost all data. 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Looking through a screen 'flattens experience', as Thomson puts it, takes us out of the moment, in order to create evidence the moment happened. We'll check it out later, reduced to a manageable rectangle. It's as if the task of memory, of feeling even, has been outsourced to the phone. I try hard not to be one of those people because it's embarrassingly herd-like, not to mention annoying to the person behind you, but FOMO tends to defeat virtue. What if I don't have my own picture of the Mona Lisa? Thomson's research found most images stay stored – almost 94 per cent – and only 6.5 per cent are shared, despite the vast uploads to social media every day. But whichever way you cut it, we have a ridiculous amount. 'It's similar to hoarding … People would rather pay an extra $2 for a little bit more [phone storage] space than do the work.' Andrew J. Campbell, professor of cyberpsychology, University of Sydney I put a radical idea to Andrew J. 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There may be conscientious types who go through them regularly and reminisce. I suspect most of us rarely look at their photos because they're so chaotically stored and, dare I say, meaningless. Autumn leaves! A potato that looks like a dolphin! Six of us, backlit, somewhere, with regrettable haircuts. Campbell agrees our first instinct has become to capture the moment, any moment. 'Our brains are wired now to record. This fear of 'did I take enough?' or 'I need to take a photo' is so strongly habituated that people automatically get their phone out when something has happened. I saw a car accident recently, a rear-ender, and immediately both drivers got out with their phones up. Not for a second did anyone think, 'I need to talk to that person, see if they're OK.' It was straight to video – 'I need evidence, I need to get this documented'.' People, especially older generations, are increasingly using their phone in those functional ways, says Thomson. 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