Hello, welcome to this story adaptation of a topic we have a hard time understanding. Essentially, we go into the inner workings of how radio frequency works and how we could use this to our advantage. Assuming we know how to work it to begin with. We are all idiots so if anyone out there knows what they are doing, please help us. We need an adult on this. This is not our area of expertise so prepare for something that only correlates to it lightly. So strap yourselves in as we talk about CSL RFID.
What do you get after a drunken night full of rich people and drastic decisions? When bets have been wagered, money has been waved around and spent like no tomorrow? Did you expect to be on a cruise ship, drinking vodka shots out of a trophy? Because that is exactly where we are taking this.
Based on your knowledge on reading and finding out which frequency to tap into, you have to be really near to have a better signal. So you stationed yourself as near as possible. That happens to actually be the abandoned warehouse situated just beside their hideout and you hope to all gods and the new that you will not be caught or that the warehouse you stay will be safe enough to stay it. You will not die on this mission. You have had worse.
But no. That is just them on a killer hangover that could explode brain cells. Luckily, not one of your acquaintances died. But seriously, what happened to you all? Simple. One of you decided that it was a good idea to make your pilot drink. This thing led to another thing and now your ship is right over there, with a huge hole on the bottom, making it completely useless.
As it turns out, these people are idiots. They are too cocky and arrogant about their own skills that they do not bother patrolling around the area and making rounds. No one even spares the warehouse a glance. You cannot decide to feel lucky or apprehensive. This feels too easy.
But you hold on. And along the way, you find an old friend you have not seen in years. You discovered that he survived as much this far even after getting the short end of the stick. You see, he does not live in the same country you do. Just as he had decided to visit, it was the same day the outbreak happened.
Working on the radio is difficult for all of you since only one out of all knows even just an inkling of frequency readers. That happens to be the pilot slash captain. And he is still smashed right by the beach, hugging a crab to his chest and giggling in his sleep. So now is it up to you to make it work?
It was either you die on this island or you try to put a hand on something you clearly have no profession in. All you know is that there is a possibility of other people getting you saved with that one radio you have on the ship. You hesitate whether you should mess with that or not.
You leave the place with the information obtained. You are satisfied after staking out for a month. Your stuff and equipment are all back in your apartment and you might send your info to your boss while going out to get coffee. You need it.
What do you get after a drunken night full of rich people and drastic decisions? When bets have been wagered, money has been waved around and spent like no tomorrow? Did you expect to be on a cruise ship, drinking vodka shots out of a trophy? Because that is exactly where we are taking this.
Based on your knowledge on reading and finding out which frequency to tap into, you have to be really near to have a better signal. So you stationed yourself as near as possible. That happens to actually be the abandoned warehouse situated just beside their hideout and you hope to all gods and the new that you will not be caught or that the warehouse you stay will be safe enough to stay it. You will not die on this mission. You have had worse.
But no. That is just them on a killer hangover that could explode brain cells. Luckily, not one of your acquaintances died. But seriously, what happened to you all? Simple. One of you decided that it was a good idea to make your pilot drink. This thing led to another thing and now your ship is right over there, with a huge hole on the bottom, making it completely useless.
As it turns out, these people are idiots. They are too cocky and arrogant about their own skills that they do not bother patrolling around the area and making rounds. No one even spares the warehouse a glance. You cannot decide to feel lucky or apprehensive. This feels too easy.
But you hold on. And along the way, you find an old friend you have not seen in years. You discovered that he survived as much this far even after getting the short end of the stick. You see, he does not live in the same country you do. Just as he had decided to visit, it was the same day the outbreak happened.
Working on the radio is difficult for all of you since only one out of all knows even just an inkling of frequency readers. That happens to be the pilot slash captain. And he is still smashed right by the beach, hugging a crab to his chest and giggling in his sleep. So now is it up to you to make it work?
It was either you die on this island or you try to put a hand on something you clearly have no profession in. All you know is that there is a possibility of other people getting you saved with that one radio you have on the ship. You hesitate whether you should mess with that or not.
You leave the place with the information obtained. You are satisfied after staking out for a month. Your stuff and equipment are all back in your apartment and you might send your info to your boss while going out to get coffee. You need it.
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