On a bright Saturday morning earlier this month, about thirty people gathered inside a large, dimly lit warehouse in Chelsea, hunched over smartphones, hand-drawn maps, and computer-networking equipment. Members of the group were briefed on the situation that would confront them: at about one o’clock, the Internet would go down. After that, they would be able to communicate wirelessly only through a network that they were about to create themselves.
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