It’s been a long time since I’ve heard that sound. You know the one — the modem handshake. That chaotic, warbling, alien sound of two machines trying to find common language. Back in the BBS days, that sound was everything. It meant connection. It meant possibility. It meant you’d made it through the static and the screech and the hiss to that beautiful, quiet moment of sync. I hadn’t thought about that sound in twenty years. But last night — lying in bed after back-to-back c