For months the workshop has been full of brass ribs, stretched canvas and very long sheets of calculations. The result is the Coilwing: a pair of wings powered by a small coil on the back, which, in theory, drinks energy straight from the air. In theory. There is only one way to find out, and tonight the air over the city is full of it, because the biggest thunderstorm of the year has just rolled in.
Pixel Nikola Tesla buttons his coat, steps off the laboratory roof and the wings crackle into life. The rooftops are crowded with coil towers, the new power pylons march across the skyline and stacks of glass insulators rise between them, each pair leaving a narrow gap to fly through. Glowing light bulbs drift in the rain, little proofs that the idea works. The storm grows wilder the further he goes. How long can the future stay in the air?










