His hotel was near the Huang Pu waterfront. Looking across the river, he 
could see that great patches of Pudong had gone black against the indigo sky of 
predawn. A few buildings, connected to the indigenous Feeds, were still lit up. 
On this side of the river the situation was not so simple; Shanghai, unlike 
Pudong, had lived through many wars and was therefore made to be robust: the 
city was rife with secret power sources, old diesel generators, private Sources 
and Feeds, water tanks and cisterns. People still raised
chickens for food in the shadow of the Hongkong&Shanghai Banking Corporation. 
Shanghai would weather the onslaught of the Fists much better than Pudong.