"Probably," I say. Many of the staff here are sitting behind the computers as we speak, typing away as if it's the simplest thing in the world. I could ask for help. I should ask for help but the apparent ease of use makes me stubborn.

Reaching into my bag, I withdraw the small, flat computer and prop it open. "I've gotten as far as turning it on and that's about all," I admit, pressing the button.