When you write something and the teacher tells you to add more detail
"Hey ;)" the phone screen lit up next to Sams head. It vibrated through the bed as a text message appeared as 2D writing upon the bright flat surface of his cellular item, with ten numbers across the top of the message. Seven of the numbers were arranged in an unfamiliar pattern, however the first three were in between lines curving around the numbers. They looked like (this). Those numbers were very familiar. They were the first three numbers given to any human citizens located within the city limits owning their own pattern of numbers across rectangular objects with light often reflecting off one of their flat sides.