More ribbons unfurled. A boy’s voice, deep and shy: “I’m sending you my notes. The ones on Derrida. Don’t tell Professor Li.” That was Zhao Yan. He had dropped out in 2015 after his father got sick. No one had heard from him since.
It was sharing a signal from the past.
Her fingers trembled over the keyboard. She typed a message into the command line: ZHAO YAN. ARE YOU THERE? baidu wifi
Lin Mei stared at the blinking blue light. She could finish her thesis. She could pull citations from the ghost of a library database that had shut down in 2018. She could even, perhaps, send a packet back. More ribbons unfurled