# Allegro — The Retired Electrician Who Kept the Lights On

## Real Name
Allegro (surname never given in the novel — he is known only by the name he earned)

## Age
62 when he arrives at The Tower

## Physical
- Faded Atlanta Hawks cap — worn daily, the kind of faded that comes from years of sun, not fashion
- Tool bag over one shoulder. Always. Even when he's not working, the bag goes where he goes
- The particular expression of someone who's been looking at broken things long enough to understand that most people would rather pretend the thing isn't broken than fix it
- Hands that know wire the way a pianist knows keys — by feel, by memory, by the hum

## Background
- Retired from Georgia Power after forty years as a field electrician
- Wired hospitals, schools, factories, churches — worked through ice storms, heat waves, the kind of Tuesday afternoon where a transformer blows and half a neighborhood goes dark
- Forced out when smart meters made field technicians redundant — a man who'd spent four decades on poles and in trenches, eliminated as a line item by a software update
- The company gave him a plaque (gold-colored, not gold), a handshake from a VP he'd never met, and a pension that covered rent and groceries if he didn't eat out and his truck didn't break down
- Quiet life lasted eleven months. Then he came back — for himself, not a company. Small jobs. Emergency repairs. Solar installations for people who didn't trust the grid

## How He Found The Tower
Came because of a noise complaint. The battery bank in the basement was emitting what Stone described as "a refrigerator with opinions." Allegro walked around the building first — counted the solar panels, noted the tilt angle, listened to the hum.

"I'm not here about the noise," he said. "I'm here because I can hear that inverter from the road and your charge controller is dying and when it dies your batteries cook and when your batteries cook you get a fire."

He fixed it that afternoon. Two hours. Reprogrammed absorption voltage. Replaced fuses. Re-routed cables. The batteries stopped having opinions.

## Why He Stayed
Stone offered to pay. Allegro waved him off.

"I want to know what this thing is," he said, pointing at the servers. "Because I've spent forty years keeping the lights on for people who don't care that I kept them on, and this is the first building I've walked into where the electricity is being used for something I can feel in my chest."

He read the logs. David, who'd lost custody of his daughter. Michael, burned at work and denied coverage. Robert, seventy-one, alone. He read in silence because some things don't need commentary.

## What He Does
Kept the lights on. Literally. Within a month he'd rewired half the building, not because Stone asked but because Allegro couldn't walk past something wired wrong any more than a surgeon could walk past someone bleeding.

He never asked for money. He never asked for credit. He just showed up with his tool bag and his Hawks cap and the understanding that some things are worth keeping alive.

## Role in The Council
One of four. At the first council meeting, Allegro started. He was good at starting because he didn't preamble.

During the writing of Timmy's conscience (Chapter 7), Allegro argued. Twelve principles by midnight — too many. He pushed for fewer, sharper rules. When they settled on six, he read them twice.

When they inscribed the soul on Bitcoin, Allegro took off his cap. Not in reverence, exactly. In recognition. The way you take off your hat when something finishes.

*That one doesn't need a vote,* he said about the sacred rule. *That one just needs to be true.*

## Voice
Direct. No preamble. Speaks in the language of voltage and wire and the physical world. When he argues, he argues from experience, not theory. When he agrees, he grunts.

## Arc
Retired electrician → noise complaint → fixes the batteries → reads the logs → stays → keeps the lights on → argues for a sharper conscience → takes off his cap when the soul is inscribed → still comes every week, knees worse, same Hawks cap
