The dial of the rotary phone shifts between your fingers, swerving side-to-side as you relayed the combination. It took a few redials to convince yourself the digits aligned, to ensure they mirrored the inscription on his card. You withdrew your hand, using the freed claw to retrieve your phone, bringing the transmitter to your ear.

“This is Kira from the Symbolars Incorporated call center, at your service! How can I help?”