Morning settled on the town, and Charlie"s adrenaline was starting to wane. His mind was a hive of thoughts and ambition, but his exhausted body was taking priority. He yawned and stretched the ache in his back. In less than twenty-four hours he was going to change the world, but first he needed to rest.
He reached for the radio in the transit and turned through the static. There were a few stations still broadcasting, along with the occasional pirate transmission. Radio was less censored than TV or newspapers. London, with all her exposure to modern technology, had largely abandoned analog broadcasting and was slow to close the outspoken stations still transmitting. And all the stations seemed to compete for the morning air time when audiences were bigger and more inclined to pay attenti
