The night-shift workers finished their work at dawn, their weary figures moving through the city's early-morning streets. The streets slowly woke beneath the hazy light, and the little café on the corner had already opened, rich coffee aromas drifting through the air. Some early-rising residents were already sitting inside, enjoying their first coffee of the morning.
For most people who had to work hard for a living, the journey home was a hurried one, with no time to enjoy such leisure. Most were ordinary employees struggling in the workplace; some were exploited temps who could only find lousy jobs. They were constantly occupied with heavy daily workloads, while the corporate dogs who only got personally involved in major career events normally left the tasks to them. When these people finished work, they occasionally visited these little cafés on the strength of their reputations, enjoying a carefully prepared coffee and a delicious breakfast of bacon and fried eggs. At moments like these, they began to imagine they had become part of the elite.
Those who had just finished their night shifts trudged past the café, gazing enviously at the customers inside, their hearts filled with helplessness and bitterness. In the cool morning air, they felt a trace of relief, but reality's weight soon crushed that feeling, making everything even more nauseating.
Because the annoying morning news broadcast had begun.
A latest-model electronic screen sat on the table, playing the morning news like a radio from some bygone age. Jonas held his coffee cup and lowered his chair slightly, sipping coffee made from beans Eiffel had carefully selected like an old man, occasionally blowing on it before taking another sip.
"Good morning to all you night owls, lunatics, butchers, and thieves in District 25! This is District 25 Morning Radio. Today's news