So that line on the broadcast—"Please call the emergency hotline if you need assistance"—was really just empty words.
However, the federal authorities would probably activate a batch of new communication channels to ease the current overload on military frequencies.
Sun Hang looked around the living room and noticed a second note stuck to the refrigerator with a magnet.
"Forgot to tell you: report to the institute after you wake up—but there's no need to get up too early. Just make sure you're there before noon."
"Three and a half hours of free time left." Sun Hang glanced at the clock on the wall, opened the refrigerator, took out a bag of frozen dumplings and a carton of pasteurized milk, then shuffled into the kitchen in his slippers.
He dumped all the dumplings into the rice cooker, poured in half a pot of tap water, put the lid on, and flipped the power strip switch.
He could not remember where he had learned to cook dumplings in a rice cooker. Maybe... it was a skill he had already possessed before losing his memory?
A skill for scraping by and muddling through life.
While the dumplings cooked, Sun Hang returned to the living room and picked up the headphones he had used yesterday. But the communication channels that had been so lively yesterday were now utterly silent. Other than a faint electrical hiss, there was nothing.
"Looks like the military abandoned all those communication channels from yesterday..." Sun Hang muttered.
The channels had most likely been abandoned because of the rioters. After attacking the City Defense Guard and Peacekeepers, they would naturally have obtained the victims' communication equipment. If the original channels were not abandoned, then every decision made by the Disaster Response Committee would be practically transparent to those rioters.
"Useless