Somewhere in Europe, a few (dozen) numbers were punched into an unsuspecting pay phone, and so the signal was born, eager to reach its destination. After stopping briefly to ask for directions, it found its way into an undersea fiber optic cable, where it meandered nonchalantly for some 3,500 miles before arriving in Boston. It made its way across the states in 2 hops via microwave dish, before meandering along another undersea cable for some 7,000 miles (due to all the meanders). Upon seeing the Japanimation blaring through every television shop window, the signal realized that it had gone an ocean too far. Already feeling woozy and not wanting to meander any more, it uplinked itself to a convenient satellite, temporarily (to nobody’s dismay) disrupting several Japanimation television shows. It bounced itself over to another satellite conveniently located over Texas (stopping for waffles along the way), before bouncing down to a CDMA antenna bolted to a deep brick-red exhaust tower somewhere in Central New York. This just happened to be under a half-mile from the signal’s intended recipient, so it transmitted itself at a standard 1900 MHz in the general direction of said recipient. The signal easily found the phone that corresponded the number, and so it entered the phone’s antenna and busily whirred through its intricate circuits. The phone was rudely awoken from standby mode, and after taking a few moments to greet the signal and telling it that it was at the right place, the phone activated its ringer, and the familiar (to the recipient) Sweet Home Alabama ringtone resounded throughout the room. Unfortunately, the person responsible for all this racket failed to observe the time zone change, so the recipient was at that point dreaming. Upon hearing the ringtone, his sleeping mind subconsciously started dreaming about Alabama, which would be rather dull if it weren’t for all the Burger Kings. The phone decided that the recipient wouldn’t wake up unless a more attention-getting tune was played, however, so it duly switched to a piercing siren noise. This quickly brought the recipient to his senses, so he plucked the phone from his dresser and clicked the green button. This caused even more commotion inside the phone, as now the signal would have to find its way back to somewhere in Europe, wherever that is. Not only that, but the temporary lapse in concentration that the signal had caused that Japanese satellite caused it to wobble slightly, which had intensified exponentially over the last few seconds, and as a result the unfortunate little thing crashed ironically onto the Japanimation studios. This made everybody’s life a little saner, except for the signal, which would have to find another way back to somewhere in Europe should the call continue.
Obviously, should I continue to write in this intensively descriptive manner, the reader’s attention won’t be held for long, as it would take me dozens of pages to describe the following trip to the Post Office. This would make the plot very difficult to advance, so I shall not waste my time. Suffice it to say that the good guys win and everyone lives happily ever after, except for the signal, which harmlessly (to us, not the signal) dissipated into a block of lead somewhere East of Duluth..
