At the telegraph office in the arts district.
Still wearing her sun hat and black veil, Jenna paid the telegram fee and gazed at the constant tinkling sounds next door, muttering to herself, "What are they renovating?"
A male telegraph operator looked up and said with a mixture of disdain and worry,
"The telephone office.
"They say they want to develop wired telephones extensively. Can they really lay lines to so many places? In the end, they'll have to rely on wireless!"
Yes, mobile phones should also be a type of wireless… Jenna suddenly felt nostalgic.
She was also looking forward to the development of telephone networks in Intis. That way they could communicate in real-time instead of going through the trouble of sending and receiving telegrams.