The gentle sound of ticker and tap rattle against the air inside a humble home along the Manchester countryside. Deeper into the home, up the stairs, and down a short corridor, a bedroom lies ajar, spewing from it a cacophony of soder and hot iron gear grind. Beyond the door, a small child burns away yet another precious summer day with his latest obsession, a new power cell for the engine to his patented "monowheel" bike collecting dust outside in the shed. It's taken months of meticulous work, but with a few more slips of his soldering iron, he feels it's finally ready. With anticipation burning deep within his eyes, the boy quickly jabs a plug running from a short standing lamp at his deskside to his new power cell. From there it's only a matter of flipping a small switch and suddenly with a delightful click, the cells internal gears go to work. It takes a few seconds, but soon a series of flickers herald a steady glow within the lamp's bulb, stretching ...