Find out here, in this essay, Paranoia Makes Me Sweat, by a Crazy suburban dad, now published in More Intelligent Life, a quarterly print and online magazine from the Brit-based newsweekly The Economist.
"The controllers know almost all of my movements and thoughts. I need a break to plan my next moves. I keep my head down to avoid making eye contact. Every encounter is an attack, with teeth that are razors ready to rip my flesh. I must please everyone or they will take out a whistle, blow on it and call the attack squad to surround me. They will put a hood over my head, subdue me and then take me to a cabin and kill me."