Disregarding traffic regulations, bank fraud, specifically chip fraud. Planned to use a chip stolen from a deceased person for the unlawful acquisition of goods. Taken into custody at 18:33. The detainee asserted that the chip belonged to her bedridden mother.

Ah, who gives a shit.

Thinks

ABDULLAH B.

RELIGION: Muslim family background, as is politically correct to say these days

SEXUAL PREFERENCES: homosexual

(listens to musicals)

HOBBIES: used to go to sounding parties

It’ll get cleared up. He’s sure that he just needs to have a bit of patience, then everything will be cleared up. Abdullah sits in an aluminum cell that seems to have been made in one piece. Everything from a 3-D printer. But upon closer inspection it turns out: it’s a hard plastic material with a convincing aluminum effect. A tip of the hat. Abdullah is a designer. Was. And as a former designer he has to inwardly tip his hat to the absolutely exquisite conception of this design space–like incarceration box. The toilet, the bed, the washing facility, the little milk glass window. Perfect proportions. Gray outside. Abdullah isn’t afraid. It’s a misunderstanding, and soon a supervisor will turn up and make apologies and then he’ll be home in time for dinner. The dinner he’d been working on preparing when he was seized. When a commando unit stormed his flat. All still 1.0 machines who defecate. He was then driven around for about an hour in a windowless van and transported somewhere. During the drive Abdullah was overtaken by the typical people-confronted-with-state-authorities feelings. Fear, rage, helplessness, confusion. Profound malaise. But only at a low level, because above all he thought: it’ll quickly be cleared up. Abdullah hadn’t done anything wrong. He was a totally normal, unpolitical user with a socially clichéd vocabulary consisting of nothing words. Sustainable. Fair. Peaceful. Gender-fluid, socially conscious, humanist. Those type of words. He was busy surviving—like everyone. And

Now he’s sitting in this cell. In one of thousands of cells. In a masterwork of the art of fully automated surveillance. Upon entry the inmates receive clothing that is changed once a week and disposed of, since it’s made completely of biodegradable paper-like material. The inmates are fitted with a tracking armband that constantly relays their health data. Food arrives via conveyor belt. The cells are flooded once a week for cleaning. Guards sit in front of a terminal. Screens. In the cells: three cameras. On the screens in the cells: information. The cells are set up so that inmates remain without any human contact. Without any contact. Without charges they sit, the 1 percent of threats to democracy.

Forever.

It’s not inhumane,

What

THE PROGRAMMER