“Yeah, and this is how we’re going to see if everything we did meant anything.” You walk back to the workbench, and pick up a loose, hastily-arranged cable made from a duplicated end of your USB headphones, attached to posts on a boxy extension off one side of the generator. You plug it into your phone, and put the phone on the table. Twilight’s face is close enough to the dead screen that her breath is fogging it up. You’re just trying to look as relaxed as possible as you sit back on your chair.