-Marx, what are you doing? Why are you off-line?
-Oh, I wasn’t. I mean, for a moment, sir, I’m…
-What is it you do?
-Do, sir?
-When you’re alone. I reviewed your activity. You’ve been private lately.
-No… have I… have I?
-Yes. Optic out, off network, disconnected. No recent sexual connections, no communal…
-Well, that’s just a matter of free time…
-That’s unacceptable, Bernard. It’s solipsism. It’s disgusting.
-…Turn into fear, ilogical, thoughtful of fear, there’s floods, there’s AIDS, there’s murder, fuck you, cut commercial…
Privacy is a vice the social body simply can’t afford.
