Dan sat alone in the editing booth sifting through some of the video's he'd shot for that day's impending broadcast.  There was some great footage and he just needed to sort it out into an appropriate order. 

Dan decided to start with a shot of a deserted, litter strewn street, to one side there was a fire burning in an abandoned oil drum and to the other there was a blackened burnt-out car, the glass from it's shattered windscreen sparkled in the firelight looking like a thousand tiny diamonds. 

The next shot was of a playground covered in graffiti; the swings were blowing in the wind and it looked like they were being ridden upon by invisible children.  The sky was grey and cloud filled as if a storm was brewing. 

The final image in the first section was of a grubby child dressed in rages with his or her back to the camera as they scavenged in a rubbish tip frantically searching for scraps of food in the pouring rain.

The next set of clips showed life as a member of the Elite and had various shots of the facilities on campus.

The first was of a group of people all of whom were dressed in the Elite's black uniform chatting outside the main building, the next was of lunch being served in the food hall, followed by one of Chase and Ish dressed in green gowns performing an operation in the state of the art operating theatre that was housed in what had once been part of the medical faculties training block.

These shots provided a stark contrast to the first set and Dan hoped that they would help illustrate that the Elite could provide people with basic necessities that were becoming increasingly difficult to find with ease on the 'outside'. 

The final set of shots began with one of the cows grazing peacefully in one of the fields at the farm and was followed by a glimpse of the beach at sunset, then the library; brightly lit with florescent lighting, its shelves crammed full of books.  There was a shot of some of the Elites members sitting upon rows of chairs in the darkened room that served as the cinema; they were watching the final of the Matrix films projected on a huge screen mounted on one of the four-whitewashed walls.  Then there were shots of people using the well-equipped gym, Olympic sized swimming pool and the climbing wall in the fitness centre and finally some footage he had taken at the previous nights party.

Now all that was left to do was run the voice over so that each of the paragraphs he had written and pre-recorded were in time with the sections of clips that represented the general feeling of the message he aimed to convey.  He idly flicked one of the switches on the control panel in front of him which turned on the red light outside the door to the booth which signalled that he was recording and should not be disturbed.

Eventually Dan was happy with the timing of the words and images, so he saved the final version to disk, shut down his equipment and went to inform Ed that he was ready to broadcast.