Reuters reported on Monday, June 10, that one Edward Snowden high-tailed it to Hong Kong, after having leaked revelations that a secret espionage machine was spying on Americans. He revealed information about a program called PRISM. “I don’t want to live in a society that does these sort of things … I do not want to live in a world where everything I do and say is recorded. That is not something I am willing to support or live under,” former CIA agent Snowden said.
Let us consider the case of Leonard. He’s a hardworking, submissive sort. He loves his mother, and sends his kids to school clean and bright each and every morning.
“I can’t help it, Doc. I feel like I’m being, I don’t know… watched.”
“Well, that’s just ridiculous. Maybe it’s something you ate. Or maybe some remnant from your childhood.”
Meanwhile at Watchpost Central, Agent B continued to monitor his viewscreen, muttering to Agent C, “Hey C, this guy thinks we’re watching him!”
C says, “Oh yeah, that guy. I had him this morning. He wrote to his mother. But he didn’t mention anything about being watched. Hmmm. That might put his suspicion in the ‘secret suspicion’ category. We’ll have to work up a report.”
B moaned, “I already got so many reports to write up; I’m gonna need a report-report! Maybe we should let him sweat over it for a few more days. He’s practically broke anyway. Took 50 bucks out of an ATM, and grimaced.”
“Grimaced? Yeah, the poor schmuck. Let’s let the report ride for a while.”
Meanwhile, Leonard shifted uncomfortably on the coffee-colored couch.
“So how long have you felt you were being watched, Leonard?”
“Hell, Doc… I always feel that way. I wrote a paper in school, you know, about ‘Democracy Today.’ Two weeks later a cop smiled at me and called me a commie. Never saw that cop before. I don’t know what to think.”
Back at Watchpost Central, Agent B bristled. “Get out the report book. Our schmuck just used the word “commie.’”
“So, uh, C… Exactly what did he say to his mother? This morning, I mean…?”
In the nearby central office, Supervisor M noted that Agent C was a slacker.
And back in the social jungle, Leonard’s shrink began to consider the report he would be turning in.