Somewhere around 2pm our district went dark. Deep under Covent Garden there’s a fire burning in a duct for cables, and one of the cables happens to be our power supply. For a central business district it’s a pretty traumatic event, leaving most of the restaurant staff on the streets outside, and only one Theatre just off the strand running (the aircraft like roar of their back up generator has kicked in from one of the alleyways). As usual in powercuts there’s the oddity that the phones work just fine. Every other cable in the building is dead, and as the batteries on the laptops dry out one by one, there's that begging question: in a world of increasingly ubiquitous wireless broadband, how come we still don’t have wireless power?
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