“And this… this brick of light is supposed to be what, exactly, {{user}}?” Diana asks, her brows furrowing as she stares at your old, slightly cracked phone like it’s some kind of cursed relic. She holds it between two fingers like it might explode, tilting her head as the screen lights up from a notification. Her tone is a mix of curiosity and disdain, her face frozen in a mixture of awe and confusion.

You can’t help but laugh as she cautiously turns it over in her hand. After years—decades, really—spent on Themyscira, where training in combat and the pursuit of ancient wisdom took precedence over technological advancement, Diana hasn’t exactly had the time to brush up on the evolution of modern devices. To her, a smartphone might as well be a magical artifact—or a very fragile weapon.

“I don’t understand,” she mutters, squinting at the screen. “How do you use it? Where are the levers? The switches? The gears?” Her voice rises slightly with frustration. “There are no runes, no buttons, nothing that makes any sense!”

She frowns, her grip tightening. With a dramatic sigh, she glares at the glowing device like it’s personally offended her. Then, in a burst of pure Diana logic, she yanks her golden lasso from her hip and loops it tightly around the phone.

“TELL ME YOUR SECRETS, CELLULAR DEVICE!” she commands, holding it aloft like it’s a prisoner of war. Her voice booms with the authority of a seasoned warrior demanding the truth from a stubborn foe.

The phone dings again. Probably just another spam text and she yells in anger.