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Modern Technology for Beginners, Tuesday, 7/17
Tyrion held up his phone as the students took their places. “This,” he said, “is a phone. I assume most of you have seen one by now. Mine has many functions installed – for example, it permits me to throw birds at wooden structures surrounding evil pigs, to watch movies of cats falling off things, and to use plants to defeat an undead horde. But one of the most basic functions is called texting.”
He hooked his phone into a projector and began to type as he talked. “When you text,” he explained, “you’re sending a brief note to someone using the phone’s network. It might say, for example, please pick up milk or I’ve been here for 45 minutes, where are you?. Or something less useful. For example, what I’ve been writing this last bit now looks like this.”
He hit a button, and his missive appeared on a screen.
Hollis my Nam is thrown Bannister. I typed thin on my phony. They will make you say the wrong thing if Lou err nor careful. Consider thaws put warming.
Tyrion looked at it dispassionately. “It’s getting smarter,” he said. “The function that corrects misspellings used to think my given name should be Tyranny. Thrown is slightly more pleasant, isn’t it?”
“At any rate,” he said, shaking it off, “today you will pair up and practice sending a text conversation to each other. I have some spare phones if yours don’t have this function, and some technical documents if you’d like to know the science behind how it works. Oh, and I apologize for missing last week’s class. I trust my teaching buddy served you well in my stead.”
He hooked his phone into a projector and began to type as he talked. “When you text,” he explained, “you’re sending a brief note to someone using the phone’s network. It might say, for example, please pick up milk or I’ve been here for 45 minutes, where are you?. Or something less useful. For example, what I’ve been writing this last bit now looks like this.”
He hit a button, and his missive appeared on a screen.
Hollis my Nam is thrown Bannister. I typed thin on my phony. They will make you say the wrong thing if Lou err nor careful. Consider thaws put warming.
Tyrion looked at it dispassionately. “It’s getting smarter,” he said. “The function that corrects misspellings used to think my given name should be Tyranny. Thrown is slightly more pleasant, isn’t it?”
“At any rate,” he said, shaking it off, “today you will pair up and practice sending a text conversation to each other. I have some spare phones if yours don’t have this function, and some technical documents if you’d like to know the science behind how it works. Oh, and I apologize for missing last week’s class. I trust my teaching buddy served you well in my stead.”
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Um. Maybe?
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"This does not look like a texting program," she said, of the program that looked rather more like a colorful criss-crossing of lines with a few numbers here and there and something about destinations.
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That appeared to have defeated Frank's technical prowess.
"Definitely no," he said. "I have... no idea what that is."
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A pause. "Wait-- a Google Maps."
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