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Not so long ago, I was everyone's go-to means of communications. Virtually every home had at least one, some had one in nearly every room. My kin lived in booths where people fed them coins, and Superman came to change.
Then came buttons, replacing my trusty dial. They did away with the wires. You could walk and talk, untethered, and if you didn't want to talk, a machine would answer for you. It was the beginning of the end.
Kids today can't even identify me, let alone know how to use me. I'm just waiting. Someday, their technology will fail.