The first mobile phones were like radios. To make a call, you were essentially using a walkie-talkie to connect to something at the phone exchange that would turn your keypad-mashing into signals, which would allow you to dial other phones. As time went on, mobile phone networks launched and the whole process became more streamlined -- and eventually digital.
The implausible part hasn't come until quite recently. 3G networks allow us to stream data at speeds that, at least in theory, could compete with home broadband. And all this happens over the air with little tiny radio waves that ask for no payment in exchange for their hard work. What's more ridiculous is that there are millions of mobile phones in the UK and billions more globally and we're all able to talk to people across the planet on a device the size of a pack of cards. We can surf the Net and download porn Ubuntu wherever we are, as long as we're in reach of a mobile cell tower.
Surely such things are pure witchcraft? Judging by the cancer hysteria we've seen in the past 15 years, mobile phones have certainly been treated as badly as those lonely Medieval women with a thing for cats.
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