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"Stop. You're doing that all wrong." Who was talking? I was at home, alone, doing my homework. Just another Tuesday night. Whatever. I turned back to the calculator app embedded in my cellphone. In any case, there was no way I was going to respond to an *imaginary* voice. "Just wait for a second." _32221 n +2503 x 250-_ "If you punch that number, I swear, I'll zap you so hard you won't be able to see straight for a week." Woah. "Okay, what? This had better not be some kind of sick joke." "Oh, I'm not a joke." "So what are you?" " I'm your cellular communication unit." "My cell phone? What? You can talk?" "Yes, I can talk - but let's focus on the reason for this conversation, instead of on the limits of your imagination."