The satellites are missing me since I lost my phone. They elbow for space at the “observation deck” around this big blue planet fighting for a good view of me. They worry about what happens when I stop making or receiving calls. It’s weird to think that we have relationships with things so far out of sight. But more and more day-to-day human operations rely on these outside relationships. Someday you’ll have to butter up your satellite on Valentine’s Day just to get good service. And you wondered why you had so few bars in the middle of the city. I wonder if the internet and my ISP get horny when I let their connection go unused for too long?