you'd have to dial in to the local tavern to learn news on servers in faraway, mythical places with names like "atlanta", "toledo", "chicago", "london", "Ontario", "new south whales", "mcmurdo antarctica" and whispers of one man, Berk Lee, who mentored most of the eunuchs by that time, liberating them from the imperial harem at AT&T.
And the tavern bard (Sometimes they had up to 9+ of them, and they could only speak to one patron at a time) would scream it back to you at 300 phonemes per second. this cost as much as a day's travel worth of fuel some days, and delivery of the entirety of the messages could not be ensured.
