Saturday, 22 September 2018

Talking About CSL Radio Frequency Identification

By Jeffrey Rogers


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.

To put it bluntly, an RFID is a radio frequency identification which seems to read radio frequencies to a certain degree. We are not sure what that really means but we can assume this is important and the most we can explain this is through movies or the like. Or maybe from books and fanfictions that we have read.

And guess what? Not only do you not remember those events from the previous night, like, at all. You also wake up on sand with the sun trying to sear into your eyelids to get into your retinas. Next to people you swore you only see occasionally at work. And they all seem like they are dead already.

You go off on your own and survive as much as you can, avoiding the monsters and people in general since you would rather not get attached anymore. That would result in more death and suffering. It was better to go off as a lone wolf in a world that has become like this. How else were you going to find your mother and your sister?

Where you are right now is some sort of deserted island with an ominous jungle. You have no way of getting back to your city, much less home to soothe the hangover you currently have. Way to go. Because of a night of excessive drinking, you now have the possibility of death being near.

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.

He has been stuck in your country ever since. You feel bad for him and decide to stick with him, despite your obvious reluctance in getting involved with people again. But he was your friend and you felt partly responsible for what happened to him since he is in your country. It was not your fault but you cannot help it.

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.

This was the last time you were drinking beer mixed with whiskey. Bad decisions lead from one to another. If you survive this, you were going to swear off from drinking.




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