I'd want a satellite uplink. This is the book.
Someone is hurt.
It is not you. Later, a tiny fish in his head translates poetry. Eventually, he has tea. This kind of funny seems to work by forcing your brain to zap new pathways between neurons who've never met before, and it's that tiny shock of unexpected juxtaposition that geeks love so much. You have a sense that something genuinely NEW is going on, and the deeper the disparity, the greater the joy.