Fleet Street, London, on a day of rest, Arthur came to the editor's office as usual to pass the time.
If there was one thing different about the editor's office today compared to the past, it was that there was one more telegraph wire leading to the editing room.
It stretched from the Scotland Yard's London Police Intelligence Bureau, connecting to Fleet Street and from there all the way to the private laboratory of Professor Wheatstone, the newly appointed Professor of Natural Philosophy at the University of London.
In the blink of an eye, AssHole could smoothly complete remote communication with Professor Wheatstone.
If one must find a famous quote to celebrate this great new invention, then the best interpretation would be Wheatstone's own words, "Damn it! I hate electromagnetism!"
