This pay phone’s seen better days. Every exposed surface is covered with graffiti, most in English or Cityspeak, but some in that brain-fragged pseudolanguage the elves call Sperethiel—some of it actually funny ("Help your local police: beat yourself up"). The heavy metal enclosure of the phone itself is dented across the front, the impressions unmistakably made by the impact of light bullets. (I guess the calming, aggression-reducing display on the screen while a call’s being placed didn’t work for somebody.) All the circuitry seems to work, though—except for the video pickup, which I broke myself.