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I really hope not.
At least in my delightful experience with them; fax machines are obsolete enough to be useless 99% of the time; but occasionally nigh-mandatory(among other things, US medical document handling appears to operate on the polite fiction that faxes are a secure document transport medium, despite the hilarious falsehood of this); and relatively costly and inconvenient to have on hand for those few occasions you do need one(yes, there are various cheap ‘fax apps’ that let you hope that somebody is operating a fax server with a handy frontend out of the goodness of their heart and/or for the relatively low-or-free cost of the app, not because the few documents people still need faxed are often interesting; but actually being capable of sending or receiving faxes yourself is only sometimes doable on VOIP links, typically not doable on cell phones; and you can’t just get a ‘burner’ copper landline with a cheap prepaid plan).
If I end up fighting the same battle with telephones a decade from now, I will be less than happy.
Yeah but on the receiving side you have the problem that you can’t amplify and filter the signal, because you don’t have valves or transistors. Electromechanical ways of doing that are so difficult that it really was easier to just listen to the signal.
Hmmm thats a great idea for an android app. Every phone dialer app should have normal hangup and Slam! buttons.
Maybe embed a pi into it?
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There is one somewhere, but it doesn’t work well
I do have this pi zero sitting on the desk somebody flung at me…
flip phones helped somewhat with that.
'Twas a flip phone.
This is how I called home from college. I’d give my name, and my parents would refuse the call. A few minutes later, they would call the payphone in the hallway, knowing I’d be standing there waiting for the call.
Payphone. On a wall, in a public hallway. With different slots for different sized coins. All y’all get off my lawn!!!
That brings back memories. I studied abroad in Australia for a year, when I called home to let my parents know I’d arrived OK I had difficulty just feeding coins into the phone fast enough to avoid getting disconnected.
And don’t you love the feel of it? It’s like manual shift in a car: you know exactly when to push and when to let it just fall into place.
I called my parents and girlfriend at the time from a phone just like that.
When I visited my grandfather’s farm in the 1950s, he still had one of these on the wall.
Of course, all his neighbours were on the same party line.
I’ll get off your lawn when I’m good and finished, and not before, young lady!
My Uncle’s father paid Pennsylvania farmers to plow hundreds of those wooden cased wall phones into their fields in the late 50s - early 60s. Totally not kidding. It wasn’t illegal yet and it was the cheapest way to get rid of them.
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