Sewer life?
Apr. 30th, 2011 06:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ladyofastolatI had my phone in my hand as I headed to the bathroom at bedtime last night, so I put it down on the cistern. "Hmm, perhaps I should move it somewhere more sensible," I thought, then dismissed this idea, telling myself, "It's not as if I'll be stupid enough to drop it down the toilet, or anything ridiculous like that."
I don't think I need tell you what I ended up doing this morning.
Now, my phone has always been prone to sending me very annoying cell broadcast messages, in which it informs me what dialing code area it is currently in. A few weeks ago, I finally managed to find a way to disable these. However, this morning, in the very second that it sank below the surface of its watery resting place, it chirped with an urgent message, telling me that it was in an area with a dialling code that I didn't recognise. When I plucked it out, it chirped again, telling me with great relief that it was back in the Isle of Wight.
There is only one explanation of this. These is a thriving civilisation of sewer creatures living down there, who have mastered modern technology sufficient to have their own dialling code. But what is their purpose? What other weapons do they use? Have they suborned my phone during that brief contact? When will they attack us, the dwellers of the surface? And in this epic battle, who will win?
I don't think I need tell you what I ended up doing this morning.
Now, my phone has always been prone to sending me very annoying cell broadcast messages, in which it informs me what dialing code area it is currently in. A few weeks ago, I finally managed to find a way to disable these. However, this morning, in the very second that it sank below the surface of its watery resting place, it chirped with an urgent message, telling me that it was in an area with a dialling code that I didn't recognise. When I plucked it out, it chirped again, telling me with great relief that it was back in the Isle of Wight.
There is only one explanation of this. These is a thriving civilisation of sewer creatures living down there, who have mastered modern technology sufficient to have their own dialling code. But what is their purpose? What other weapons do they use? Have they suborned my phone during that brief contact? When will they attack us, the dwellers of the surface? And in this epic battle, who will win?
