Mobile phone reception is variable at best. I can't even listen to Internet radio on my phone in the bathroom at work because the girders of my building are lined with lead bars and kryptonite egg cartons. Therefore, welcome one day soon to pervasive base stations.
Which is good, and fun. But what does it mean? Let us say that you are going to install one of these things in every EM black spot in every urban centre, in farm houses and pinned onto saguaros and dangling from lianas and wherever else there is money to be made from data transfer. Are they cheap? Probably not, but they will be. Soon it will make sense for there to be recievers in any place that a compatible transmitter (over 0.736 per global capita now) is likely to wander. Perched above all those occasional capitas, waiting... listening.
If you put that many oft-idle ears out there, people are going to start listening a lot closer. What are they going to hear is less interesting than who "they" are I suppose, but so long as I can hear the lambent tones of Justin Bieber while I attend to nature, then who cares, right?
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