Anyone less on the ball might have missed it, but Henry wasn’t one of those. Sheeple he called them, gullible consumers of whatever garbage was slaked in front of them, be it TV shows or sports or fast food.
Henry stayed one step ahead of them.
It wasn’t until the last payphone had been ripped out that he surrendered his pager, opting for a decade-old flip phone.
Even so, he knew they were watching him, probably more closely than before because he wasn’t on the rest of their grid.
But at least he hadn’t found any trackers in his walls.
Poor Henry … Should someone tell him about Alexa? 😉
You know, this kind of thing used to be considered nothing more than a fantasy. Now? Not so much.
A pager! I remember those. You were so cool if you had a pager.
Soon Henry will have to take a hammer to his head to reach all of the bugs. God help him and the rest of us.