[ WP ] Several years/decades in the future , a simple , widely-used invention breaks scientific laws previously thought unbreakable . You overhear some people casually talking about it .

I'm leaning against a signpost, smoking a cigarette, when they emerge from the same bar I was at. I adjust my eyes to the dark and try to focus on what's happening since it seems more interesting than my lonely ruminations. 
 
 She's ahead of him, walking deliberately, holding a phone up at eye level and reading aloud, ``...'does n't accept my usually logical explanations to things, and I think she does it because she feels intimidated by'—oh, really, Matt? I'm intimidated by your intellect?!'' 
 
 He's up behind her, reaching for the phone but she holds him at bay and the phone away. He stops reaching and sighs. `` Baby, that's not for you to read. That's between me and God. We've talked about this.'' 
 
 `` No, Matt, no. No, no, no. This is fucking disgusting. Fucking. Disgusting. I ca n't believe you're asking God for help with my, my, what? My feminism? I'm not intimidated, you asshole. I'm just disagreeing with—'' 
 
 `` Sam, you're drunk, and you're acting jealous. This is ridiculous. That's my conversation,'' the guy says and reaches for the phone again. Sam steps back and her shoe heel cracks and she falls on the wet cement of the sidewalk, all orange glowing from the streetlights. 
 
 She stops and looks at the phone and hands it to him. `` I only ever ask God about better ways to treat you. I've even purchased the premium app so I get faster responses. And you, I mean, by the way, you need to update that thing—it's like version 3 or something—you're asking for, like, why I'm not obeying you and shit. What the fuck!'' Then she cries. And this guy scoffs at her. I mean, why the hell would he do that? 
 
 But I see my chance and consider options. I pull out my phone and pop open Gd, whispering `` God, should I intervene here?'' A second later the phone flashes a message. So of course I toss the cigarette, roll up my sleeves, and walk over to the couple. 
 
 `` Hey!'' I command. They both look at me, and she says, `` Get outta here, asshole.'' I smile back and return with `` That's not what God just told me to do.'' The guy furrows his brow and swipes his screen, probably unlocking it. She pulls her phone out and does the same. They each whisper into their phones and stare at the screens, the blue glow lights up their faces. 
 
 `` Fuck,'' the guy whispers. `` Yeah,'' she says and gets up, pulling her heels off and holding them. She adds, `` God's telling me to go home with him.'' 
 
 `` I know,'' he says, and looks at me. I know he wants to fight me. But you do n't go against what Gd says, unless you want to disappear. He puts his phone away and looks at her, at Sam, at the woman I'm going to take home tonight, and says, `` Fuck you.'' Then he walks back to the bar. 
 
 `` Are you hungry?'' I ask. She walks over to me and examines my face, reaching for the bruise on my cheek. I grab her hand, `` Do n't worry about that.'' 
 
 `` I could eat,'' she says, dropping her hand onto my chest and leaving it there for a moment while she continues to look at my face, the details. `` There's a Vietnamese place that stays open late down on 16th,'' she offers, and I nod. 
 
 We begin walking, and I drop my arm down next to hers so she knows she can hold my hand, which she does. 
 
 I look sideways at her as we walk. I've had prettier girls. I say, `` I'm Greg.''
