So tomorrow the FCC takes notice. You want digital, they ask? Yes, oh, yes, a handful on their knees beg. Sure, no problem, digital it is, the government says. The handful scramble for their stockpiled part 90 equipment, slobbering at the thought of finally feeling unimpotent and important. Wait, wait, wait, the feds holler. Not THAT digital, Uncle Sam says with a smug smile, and with a wink tosses the drooling fools a blister pack of HTs. Bu-bu-bu-but we thought... the crestfallen group stammers, tears welling in their eyes. Don't cry, the men in black say. Enjoy the new rules and these new FHSS radios - they're digital, just like you asked for! No more of that pesky analog interference or expensive and contentious repeaters, no. No detachable antennas to lose, either. Ask and you shall receive, say the benevolent and magnanimous bureaucrats. That great bunch of fellas over at Motorola knew just what to do and had a solution in search of a problem. Revel in the pure digital bliss boys!