Ronan doesn't know a whole lot about technology. He's always hated using his own fucking phone, much more content to just talk to someone's face-to-face or, better yet, not talk to anyone at all. The idea of going off the fucking grid has a lot of fucking appeal, he's always thought. Especially here in Darrow, especially with Cabeswater. Ronan could live pretty fucking comfortably under those trees -- has, even -- with no fucking reason to come out.
But Cheng's idea is intriguing. And probably a little optimistic.
His eyebrow twitches as Cheng answers his own question, tone light enough, offhand enough, to nearly make Ronan grin. "Could argue we've already hit one of those," he points out. "And isn't it easier to pull in frequencies than to broadcast? What fucking direction do we send them anyway? And how would we know if they're getting anywhere useful?"
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Date: 2016-07-25 03:40 pm (UTC)But Cheng's idea is intriguing. And probably a little optimistic.
His eyebrow twitches as Cheng answers his own question, tone light enough, offhand enough, to nearly make Ronan grin. "Could argue we've already hit one of those," he points out. "And isn't it easier to pull in frequencies than to broadcast? What fucking direction do we send them anyway? And how would we know if they're getting anywhere useful?"