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March 3, 2014
It was too late. The file transfer was already in progress. The plane passenger clutched desperately for her phone. Must turn off Wi-Fi, she thought, staring into the spindling wheel on the screen as if it were a window into the future. Instinctively she knew there wouldn't be time to disable her internet connection, traversing the many panes within her phone's settings menu. The laptop would have to be turned off, even if it meant losing her research. Otherwise, the consequences would be unbearable. She depressed the power button, her glossy red nail polish illuminating the cabin lights overhead.