Ways in which the real world is not like pulp SF:
FICTION: Brother, may I borrow your portable transceiver? As you know, it’s a small single-function radio beacon optimised for mobility, designed to convert long-distance microwave signal to short-distance for the benefit of portable systems that, for whatever illogical manufacturer-enforced reason, do not have that capability.
REALITY: Bro, lend us your wireless dongle.
Thank goodness for reality, though or I’d be like “huh? you want what? oh the wireless dongle? well why didn’t you just say so?” :P
THIS WAY IS MORE FUN.
I want to see your dongle, baby.
*dongle dongle dongle*