"Cool, do you send a lot of faxes?" She replied, "Only to my therapist. They charge less if you use paper." I tried to be smooth and said something about how I’d love to send her a fax — she said she’d reply with a mixtape, but it’d be on cassette because she hates MP3s. Her DMs were 80% scans of old fanzines and 20% cryptic photos of her answering machine, like she was trying to sell me on its personality. I asked if it had a funny greeting. She said, "It just says, 'You’ve reached the void. Leave a message.'" I’m not even sure if she’s real. She might be a bot trained on The Matrix and a VHS tape of Fight Club. But I’m still trying to decode her 14th photo, which is a close-up of the answering machine with a note that says, 'I miss the sound of busy signals. They were full of possibility.'