Rev X Live on the Line

I lunged onto the top of the Wi-Fi router on the media shelf, and every single green indicator light was blinking like a jammed switchboard! Line one, line two, line four—callers blowing up the hotline! I dropped low, grabbed the black plastic antenna with one hand, and angled it down toward my chin like a field headset. Speak up, caller! Don't you dare waste my satellite time with dead air! When nothing came back through the plastic vents except a faint electronic hum, I hammered my free fist against the casing. Cowards hanging up before the truth hits! Not on my broadcast!