The cellphone in the classroom fight is a war of attrition. I see it every year. Week three, faculty morale is wavering. Holes appearing in the chainmail. We are down to the metaphorical pork-and-beans and thimbles-of-water stage of depleted resources. Where is Roboteacher, cousin to Robocop? A legend back from the dead to shoot the phones out of students’ hands with mind-blowing yarns about supply and demand and comparative advantage. Wowed them awake, and together, we all high-five in the middle of the classroom. They all say thank you. For once, we teachers become the kings and queens of the building built to look like a mega church. For a second it was a perfect word, until I looked up from my own screen and saw something different.