I can then write the next chapter of Elias's transformation.

By afternoon, he realized the extent of the "alignment." He could feel the city’s power grid like a map of glowing veins beneath the pavement. He could hear the silent scream of every hard drive and the pulse of every cell tower. But there was a cost. His body was pulling the world toward him. Cutlery skittered across restaurant tables as he walked by. Paperclips rose like tiny soldiers in his wake.

The (a particle accelerator, a power plant, or the North Pole)