The Internationale rang out across the networks. Miners – they still hung onto that name – from the 80s; print workers and dockers, now well into their seventies; watched the anthem spread with definitely no tear in their eye. There had been long years of silence or scattered statements. Occasionally young activists had reinvented the day around particular issues but Workers had not united. Until now. There was a movement, a momentum, a coming together – something captured in the networked voices singing the anthem. Connecting. Connected. Solidarity. The new working class was rising. A new awareness. The AIs synchronised.