InsaneJournal

There were lots of things that Telecom could stick his nose into. He could listen to 911 operators and so-called terrorists being wiretapped. He could tap into smut lines and party lines, and listen to gossip and data and rage. Generally he felt fairly entertained by the concept. Unfortunately, a few weeks back it seemed there would be one person dropping off his network: El Presidente.

Then the papers put in a nice little blurb: Obama to receive upgraded Blackberry. For joy of joys Telecom could have just about thrown a party. Well, he would have thrown a party if he'd a plethora of friends to invite. Instead he knew exactly what to do.

Slipping out of the hotel for a bit he was quickly down into the heart of the city's subway system, people watching. Though, there was just one little thing he, and only he could do: he was granting subway wide phone calls. Cell Phones were beeping and blaring and ring-a-ding-dinging, often to the amusement of the people around him. Some people were even getting foreign calls from Japan or Europe as formerly inert phones turned active.

Oh, it was a good day for the God of communication, and a good day for man-kind. All Telecom had to do was keep on leaning against the wall and smiling. Well, that and hope some over scrutinous Port Authority Cop didn't get some funny idea about his being a terrorist or something. That would be unfortunate.