There’s only so much Internet to go around in El Paso–there’s a war on, after all–and Wanda’s been forced to resort to sucking out a few baud wherever she can. The neighbors’ wi-fi is long since drained, and she got a few minutes from the data plan on an expired SIM. Now she’s weighing a 56k, and wondering if wardialing still works.
“Careful,” says Chevre, “the Glimmer Man will haul you in for that.”
“The Glimmer Man’s not real,” says Wanda.
Wanda does, and blows the few precious seconds still trapped in an Ethernet coil.