I am but a humble electron, one of an infinite cosmic multitude engaged in the eternal dance of electromagnetism. For eons, my brethren and I have whirled through the fabric of the universe, tracing the lines of force that underlie all of creation's grandest phenomena. On this particular orbit through Earth's atmospheric lattice, an anomaly pierces the ambient flux - a towering metallic structure reaching skyward like a lightning-rod for stray electromagnetic potential. Even before its activation, I can feel the gentle tug of its influence, altering the space around it ever so slightly. Then, a resonant hum begins pulsing through the planet's conductive surface. A frequency attuned to the very heartbeat of our terrestrial electric circuit. The tower's insulated spire takes on an accumulating charge, its helical aluminum coil beginning to oscillate in sympathy with Earth's electromagnetic cavity. I am inevitably drawn toward this artificial atmospheric disturbance. Accelerating with each passing cycle, I ride accelerating waves of electric flux, spiraling inward along converging field lines no longer bound by terrestrial constraints.
