Human power, after all, has its limits, like how no number of people can scoop the moon out of a well. This world always reminds humanity of this fact just when they believe they can do everything, making them realize their own weakness and powerlessness.
Mom poured them tea, but nobody touched it, letting it go cold.
At a quarter past ten that evening, the mechanical and rhythmic indicator light suddenly started flashing rapidly.
Everyone jumped to their feet.
"Signal!"
"There's data... there's data!" Zhao Bowen yelled, "All units, pay attention! We have data!"
Fortuitously, their waiting bore fruit. The data stream, transcending twenty years, burst forth from the Icom725 radio in the bedroom of Apartment 804, Building 11, Meihua Villa; it traveled along cables and optical fibers distributed across the country, where all units on high alert immediately began storage backup and decryption efforts.
"What?" Zhao Bowen picked up the phone, "Video? Okay... please sync it here."
