Even in the land of perpetual communication they do exist. Dead spots. No communication with the rest of the world. The outer world. The other world. Like before. In our analog youth.

One place at a time. Like animals.

The Place: Death Valley.

The Time: March 8/2017, 47 days after the crash of civilization.

Nothing here will ever change, whoever sits in the White House. The whole world could be taken over by Aliens. Or worse. Trump.

It doesn't matter.