![]() ![]() Eventually, I figured out how to set it up. I effectively destroyed half a dozen while I explored their circuitry. ![]() I ruined it, but there were plenty more unused phones to be had. I opened it up and fiddled with it for a few hours, experimenting. Finding precision tools wasn’t much harder. Still, I found an old Nokia brick-excuse me, an old cellular phone-that still worked perfectly. Maybe it’s better if I stay out of it, or at least keep to the edges of it, be involved without being involved involved. What did he call it? He said taking me back to base would be like taking a fistful of sparklers into a fireworks factory, or something like that. I’d be delighted to help out with it, but getting deeply involved didn’t seem a good idea. ![]() There was also the zombie population problem. He was dealing with humans successfully, but I got the impression my presence would cause…complications. The temptation to hang around in Zombie World was strong. ![]()
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