Day 619

The Comm Tower stood colossal among the rest of the city, dwarfing everything else by a mile. Near every inch of the top was smothered in satellite dishes and antenna, precariously hung on by whoever was desperate enough climb the bloody thing.

The numbers have been gradually increasing over the years, what with the new laws brought in by the government that aimed to reduce the amount of electricity used. Like most of their schemes it backfired.

What did they expect would happen by raising the costs of household electricity to the point where climbing an 1,800 foot tower and attaching their home's receiver was a more viable alternative to paying the bill?

They did try to section off the tower from the rest of the city with concrete walls, barbed wire and security. Shame the security forces weren't paid enough to care who went through, went up, went all the way down with a sickening crunch at the end.

Putting an ambulance base nearby was the best thing the local council ever did. It was the only response they made to the deaths, that and the regulation that body-bags were to be used a minimum of three times consecutively before they were allowed to be disposed of. It saved money.

Seeing people fall became so commonplace that soon the tower was renamed to "Heaven's Back Door" - churning out falling angels like mince from the slaughterhouses. Some people even wore wings when they climbed the rickety frame in the hopes that they'd slow the fall enough that they might survive. They weren't anything like the depicted angel's wings, these were great faux leather contraptions with all manner of parachutes, rubbish sacks and bedsheets that always seemed to fail.

It wasn't until someone began to take pictures of the "falling angels" that anyone noticed what was wrong. There was someone with them when they fell, every time. They seemed to be sabotaging the wings, cutting holes, tearing straps and breaking necks.

So there was something besides cables up there and it didn't want intruders. It kept the satellite dishes up there though. Through the camera lens it could be seen that their nimble hands secured them tightly, forming some kind of barrier between the inner workings of the tower and the camera's view.