Everything was in place. The photovoltaic panels were situated on the roof of the glassy four story building.
A length of wire ran from the panel to a lightbulb that had been salvaged from one of the old pre-Pulse buildings on the edge of the city.
Another wire ran from the bulb, to a switch, and a final wire ran from the switch back into the panel, completing the circuit.
Ilo analyzed her work. For a month she'd been working towards this goal. She'd read pre-Pulse books on electronics, and scoured the abandoned sections of the city for the materials she needed.
She'd spent many sleepless nights putting it all together.
It had been 24 years since it'd happened, the unknown event, the Pulse, that killed the electric grid, and took all the electronics with it.
Ilo didn't remember much from before the Pulse herself, being a tyke of five when it happened, but she remembered what electricity could do.
She remembered her home being lit without burning wood, trash, or candles. She remembered her home being cool on a hot summer day. She remembered glowing panels with moving images.
She was sick of the attitude that prevailed across the city, and the continent. The attitude of pure survival without truly living.
People came up with creative ways to feed themselves, but didn't care to try and restore the luxuries of the old world.
They concerned themselves with defense against groups of bandits, but didn't care to ask them to join the town. Ilo intended to change that, starting with electricity.
Satisfied with the setup, Ilo took hold of the switch and took a deep breath. As she let the air escape her lungs, she moved the switch into the 'on' position.
For a few seconds, nothing happened, but slowly the filament within the bulb began to glow brighter and brighter. For the first time in 24 years, electricity flowed.