We are sitting on the terrace of the Bulldog Pub and sipping our drinks when a couple in their mid- to late twenties takes a neighboring table. They are speaking Spanish. As my beloved and I talk, each of them is staring at their mobile phones. They are dead quiet most of the time. One of them chuckles every once in a while and shows the other something on their phones. After a few quick words followed by a few more chuckles, they continue staring at their phones. This goes on and on for at least half an hour. Before we get up to leave, my beloved and I exchange a knowing smile on account of the Spanish couple. But I can imagine how they perceive us in turn. Technologically backward, we can only talk to each other. Too poor to travel, we have no friends around the world to communicate with. Nothing funny is coming our way by the World Wide Web, either. They could not even imagine that we, too, have mobile phones with us, albeit out of sight. Still, they are right about one thing: we come from two worlds that are far apart. Light years apart, to be a bit more exact. This is science fiction at its best.