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No, mystery is not solved.. there MUST be a nefarious person behind these scary signs! The citizens of ATS have stated that quite clearly so it must be true.
In all seriousness, they are freaking electronic road signs... get a grip people.
Originally posted by amazing
Where in Vegas is that? I want to drive up and take a closer look at it. That's where I'm at right now.
Originally posted by smurfy
They erected the thing upside down, those signs are for landing ufos, where else but Nevada.
Originally posted by UMayBRite!
reply to post by seabag
My local county is fond of sticking out a portable signs out saying:
"Report suspicious activity".
Who do I report these signs to?
Originally posted by tinhattribunal
we have a direct line to talk to the government now.
it would be awesome to see lots of CT 'cranks' out ranting at these street signs.
as for the slogan 'what happens in vegas, stays in vegas'...
not anymore, it seems.
Originally posted by MichaelPMaccabee
Some people are really jumping to conclusions.
Is there -any- evidence that these are not merely intelligent traffic signs?
I mean -ANY- evidence at all.
I am willing to suspend my disbelief if someone can bring forward -any- evidence.
numerous "homeland security applications," including the ability to “engage captive audiences” via a loudspeaker system and give audible warnings to individuals.
The telescreen was giving forth an ear-splitting whistle which continued on the same note for thirty seconds. It was nought seven fifteen, getting-up time for office workers. Winston wrenched his body out of bed -- naked, for a member of the Outer Party received only 3,000 clothing coupons annually, and a suit of pyjamas was 600 -- and seized a dingy singlet and a pair of shorts that were lying across a chair. The Physical Jerks would begin in three minutes. The next moment he was doubled up by a violent coughing fit which nearly always attacked him soon after waking up. It emptied his lungs so completely that he could only begin breathing again by lying on his back and taking a series of deep gasps. His veins had swelled with the effort of the cough, and the varicose ulcer had started itching.
'Thirty to forty group!' yapped a piercing female voice. 'Thirty to forty group! Take your places, please. Thirties to forties!'
Winston sprang to attention in front of the telescreen, upon which the image of a youngish woman, scrawny but muscular, dressed in tunic and gym-shoes, had already appeared.
'Arms bending and stretching!' she rapped out. 'Take your time by me. One, two, three, four! One, two, three, four! Come on, comrades, put a bit of life into it! One, two, three, four! One, two, three, four! ...'