In my corner to the Universe, if all the electronic devices had stopped working, we would have been as dead as a Dagobah swamp rat. That being said, there were many times when my PERSONAL devices either malfunctioned or were just plain missing-in-action.
On those rare occasions, sitting in some strange outer rim spaceport where my translator didn’t even work and I couldn’t converse with the other pilots waiting for our next mission, I grabbed my trusty graphic stick and scribbled. If no words came to mind, I tended to like to make caricatures of my fellow erstwhile companions stuck in spaceport limbo.
No need for a device…just scribbling and doodling for me!