Boyfriend from the Windy Dimension by Rowen Conry -1First, she shows me all the fancy technology stuff that lets her talk to him. There's the Databit Equalizer, hooked right up to the laptop by a couple of wires. And that leads to the Unidimensional Translator, set up on the nightstand. She opens the closet so I can see the Time-Space Importer/Exporter. That's the thing that actually sends the messages across to the other dimension. It's like a bunch of huge metal boxes, stacked one on top of the other. We sit on the edge of the bed. “So what should we say?” she asks me, “Let's talk to him.” “You're asking me? He's your boyfriend.” “But I talk to him all the time. You try. You tell me what to say, and I'll type it in.” I try to think about what I should say. I don't know much about what to say to boyfriends in other dimensions. “Well, say 'how are you' or something,” I tell her. “'How are you,'” she smirks, “Very creative.” “Well, it's just to start, just type it.” So she types out: [Hey babe how are ou] [you*] We wait a while in front of the laptop screen because it takes time for the message to get sent all the way across the dimensions. And even longer for his message to go through all that stuff to get back to us. But after four long minutes, the Time-Space Importer/Exporter in the closet starts to rumble and shake, and the Unidimensional Translator starts blipping and beeping, and a light starts blinking quicker and quicker on the Databit Equalizer. On the laptop screen, a message from the boyfriend finally appears: [IT'S WINDY] is what he says. She starts giggling. I'm not sure what she's giggling about. All he said was “IT'S WINDY”. I'm not sure if that's some kind of inside joke between them that I'm not supposed to get, or if it's just a normal joke that I don't get anyway. But she’s giggling so hard that I start to giggle, because she's got sort of a contagious giggle. “He says that a lot,” she tells me, grinning. “It's always windy over there.” “Oh,” I say. She asks me what she should type in next. I'm so thrown off by “IT'S WINDY” I can't think of anything. And it's her boyfriend, anyway, so she should be the one talking to him. So she types out: [Luv u]
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