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by Fallout Boy
GPS/Navogation was not standard when Cash for Clunkers was active. GPS in that era was not part of a 2-way system, either. I have a car from later than that, fully loaded. The map comes from an SD card, it does not have any resident cell capability, and all built-in outbound communication functions are sent through a connected phone.
As that commenter came back and commented, it was pulled from their ass.
I thought it was a clever take on why isolationism leads to theories and assumptions about everyone else. The rangers are isolated and created their own paranoia. Obviously, they couldn’t readily get more information, so it’s not their fault for being in the dark.
The only thing I specifically didn’t like about the ending was how this whole manifesto of sorts was presented. I get that it gives closure on the writer’s intended narrative, but it admits a lot of legal guilt for the antagonist.
Yeah, that’s what I’m saying. It’s roughly the range, not an exact definition. More humidity, laboring to survive, or not having modern access to water would make 100+ considerably dangerous. Similarly, not having shelter, having high wind, or being wet makes 0- considerably dangerous. So yes, with current tech and convenience, we can casually survive -20 to 120, but it’s still pretty awful.
I was also saying the range in regards to what we can touch and perceive. I know 1000 is very hot and melts some metals, but I can’t really touch a 200 degree pot of water, either. I don’t have intrinsic knowledge of the difference.