"So you're telling me you really are Alexander Graham Bell."
"Of course I am!! How could you break into my laboratory and sabotage my equipment without knowing who I am?"
"I assure you, I have never been anywhere near your laboratory. If I remember my history correctly, the telephone was invented in Boston. Am I right?"
"Yes, I am in Boston. But why are you speaking of history?"
This was becoming tiresome.
"Look, everyone knows that Alexander Graham Bell has been dead for, like, eighty or eighty-five years or something like that. So let's just end this little charade now and get back to our lives, okay?"
A long silence. I waited it out.
"Who are you, sir?" he said at last. He sounded almost frightened now.
"My name is Martin Esker, I live in Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada, and the year is 2008. Okay? Can we stop now?"
Another silence.
"Demon!"
Click.
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