The secret to getting the proles to accept 24/7 surveillance is to frame it as a form of celebrity. Every prole has an audience, every prole is a star. "Imagine" said O'Wildcat to WinstonHomer "a Warhol designed shoe stomping you in the face ..forever."

Warhol's too expensive to license. Minilove will just outsource the shoe design to whatever Chinese sweatshop came up with the iWatch.

This reminds of that time, a couple years ago, when one department at the VA was handing out free FitBits to everyone. I asked about the FitBit company's privacy policy and about whether you could run their software locally, without transmitting all of your data to some unknown (and potentially unsecure) corporate server. It turned out nobody in the FitBit Program knew the answer to these questions, nor had these questions even occurred to them before. And, well, OK, fair enough, the FitBit ladies were just volunteers and they weren't particularly savvy about technology (to the point where every so often I have to help them get their iPads working), so that wasn't so bad - what REALLY got me was what happened immediately after. I raise those two questions in an open forum with a lot of VA patients, and - instead of having a calm, rational conversation about privacy, data security, and the wisdom of giving incredibly sensitive personal information to a corporation whose business model is predicated on turning your every waking moment into mineable data that can then be sold to advertising firms - instead, half the auditorium erupted with frantic questions about literal zombie viruses, 9/11, and Illuminati HAARP machines.

Eventually, most of them (most!) reached a consensus that they *weren't* going to mutate into flesh-eating zombies if they wore a FitBit. So everything was fine, crisis averted, biometric data-harvesters for everyone.

Since then I have learned to keep my mouth shut. Shoes, not required.