The violent crash by his ear and the sudden sensation of weightlessness gave Mr. Pence an unreal feeling. It was as if everything in this world were fake, as if the life he had experienced was merely a dream he had dreamed in another world. The screams of the people on the street and their frightened faces stirred a sense of unwillingness in his heart.
He was only in his thirties. He did not want to die yet! But God did not seem to favor him. The weakness spreading through his body caused his world to gradually darken, and he passed out.
The Truck Driver climbed out of the Pickup Truck, reeking of alcohol. He looked at the Phone Booth, which had been knocked to a forty-five-degree angle, and the corner of his mouth curved almost imperceptibly.
Then his face filled with panic and terror. He clutched his hair and knelt on the ground, constantly repenting and apologizing for everything he had done, as if it were all genuine!
The Federal telephone booths were very sturdy.
That was because beneath each telephone booth was a concrete foundation, which was firmly secured to the base with bolts as thick as a thumb.
This was to prevent the telephone booths from being stolen.
When telephone booths had first begun to spread throughout the Federation, there had been two common situations.
Either someone smashed the phone and stole the money box inside.
Or they stole the entire telephone booth.
After many new designs, the telephone booth of today had been created.
Sturdy, theft-proof, and durable.
The coin box used to store coins in the payphone was designed separately from the phone itself, and it was extremely reliable.
Even if someone smashed it, the phone itself would not be damaged. At most, only the