He stands there as a representative of all programmers, the freaks, the geniuses who have made it to the Olympics. No walls, just hammocks, organic muesli, soy and almond milk, a bit 2012, but for whatever reason people like the retro feel here. For relaxation, Game Boy music is playing. How sweet.

At age fourteen the programmer had developed a rating system for neighborhoods, streets, and most importantly of all, skin color, ethnicity, and anticipated criminal exposure of residents. An indispensable tool for real estate developers and investors. The programmer had earned a few hundred thousand with that and bought his parents a little house in Tottenham.

Today he would say, “I was very inexperienced, and I don’t have any racists tendencies whatsoever, it’s all about math for me.” Well, right. Or we can put it this way: What is worse now? When a person with an alert mind walks through a neighborhood. Where the windows are all covered with plywood, not a speck of green in the yards, hordes of youth hang around the playgrounds where last night’s needles still sit in the sandbox. So, this person, would he go to his boss, parentheses male, and say: I’ve found the perfect neighborhood for your new Michelin-starred restaurant? Well? Later the programmer developed a nearly sexual relationship with biometrics. OMG, biometrics! He programmed grids to compare facial features with databases of potential threat profiles by reading only micromovements of the mouth and eyes. Okay, fine, things went wrong with some frequency. And now he was an important cofounder of the Second Life idea. Second Life, you remember, life for the poor bastards who had failed in their first lives. The new Second Life was a secret, confidential matter. Avatars supplied with data from nearly every citizen of the country delivered very dependable prognoses. For everything. Every citizen tottered around online as an avatar and offered instructive insights about the extent of their potential as a threat, about political decisions, consumption, sex, attitudes. One could find out which sort of manipulation would work at hive level and predict crowd behavior with 99 percent accuracy. The system of karma points and chips had been tested in this second world. Worked well. What about the 1 percent inaccuracy, one might ask.

And well, yeah,

MI5 PIET

Would answer. Misunderstandings are the positive parameters of prosperous, scientific development. So, for instance, yesterday we had a few ambiguous raids:

23.11. The avatar of Paul B., thirty-four, head of a family. Leftist political activist, vegan diet, planning a militant action in front of Westminster. Paul B. taken into custody at 16:34. The arrestee insists he had planned a vegan information stand.

23.11. The avatar of a waitress.

Raided for planning an attack. Ordered explosive substances. Keyword: terror. Bomb. The woman (big tits, by the way) insisted at time of detainment that she was an artist.

23.11. Avatar of a notorious fare dodger.