in which my daughter requests a bulk data transfer

It begins with a mobile voice call:

Me: Dude! Sup?

Her: Can you please mail me dataset 2356?

Me: No, I can't mail it to you, it's about 2 gig.

Her: Okay, put it in my Dropbox then?

Me: Sure, I'm at the grocery store, send me the ID number?

Her: OK

My daughter is 13 years old. Her Dropbox is a secure data server somewhere out in the cloud of the internet. That she called me using her actual voice instead of sending an SMS text is significant: it tells me that this is so important that it needs isochronous response.

I can't think of a single event in my youth that is in the least bit analogous.  Oddly, I'm pleased at the nature of the request. O brave new world, that has such beautious people in't!