Chatting and Messaging
Atlanta turned out to have stored another, older “cell phone” – or so she claimed – in the small bag that she has wrapped round her waist, and she has been using it to teach me about what she calls “text messaging.” It is similar to the written conversation that we have been doing, but without physically writing the letters, only pushing on labelled buttons. I cannot immediately see the “text messages” that I have sent her, either, although they have appeared in the blink of an eye on the “cell phone” that she has been handling herself.
I… never thought that Midgardians have advanced this far. When did they invent instant communication? Or did they imitate such from another source? If so, which? Has the Allfather known about this? Heimdall? Should I tell any of them? But what should I say if they asked where I got this piece of knowledge? Would they even listen, wrapped in preparations for Thor’s coronation as they are?
The reminder of why I have been embroiled in this adventure sits thick and terribly bitter in my tongue. Not even my drink can assuage it.
The taste worsens, in fact, when she shows me “the internet.”