[ WP ] You are sent back to the middle ages armed only of your iphone .

The year was 1367 and my cellphone was n't getting any service. I guess that's to be expected, when there are n't any cellphone towers in range for seven hundred years, but it was still annoying because it made explaining the concept of `` wifi'' to Ghengis Khan that much harder. I mean, really it was a lost cause either way - when you're sitting in a massive tent facing histories greatest mass murderer surrounded by the entire mongol horde. it's kinda hard to explain something you only half understand from a community college course you dropped out of two years ago - well, two years ago seven hundred years in the future. 
 
 You get the picture. Genghis did n't. The only reason I was n't dead was because I'd majored in Chinese and had subsequently convinced the horde I was a powerful wizard from the west. 
 
 The mongol king stared at the tiny white apple computer in his hand with an incredulous look. `` So this... square... it really let's you talk to the gods?'' I nodded. `` How?''. he asked. The hairy guys around him murmured agreement. I smirked. `` There's a saying where I come from... a magician never reveals his secrets. How about you tell me more about that ritual you used to summon me here and we can talk?''
