The man throws open a door and swings his arms like a maître d’ presenting his finest table. He’s wearing a bright purple button-down shirt and a neatly kept beard. “Step inside,” he says. Through the door is a small vault, sealed off from all outside sound, all electrical and radio signals. Cautious, I enter. As he shuts the door, my iPhone’s “3G” symbol turns to an “O.”


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