On the frontier the only security one has is that of a few trusted URL's, ones' faithful machine, and keeping the VirusScan loaded and close at all times. This is a space of bunkers and transcendental hierarchies, with moats, high walls, and drawbridges. Movement between these bunkers is done by Knights, bearing the latest war gear, protecting the flow of messages and goods. For Castles it is the roads between them they fear. Anything could be lurking in the dark woods.
Space is owned or rented by individuals transnational-companies, and anything in between.
Lot's of big signs selling things, gentrification, homes for senior citizens, the endless streams of homeless. Everyone wants laws to protect the welfare of exchange under the sign of social control. They often say they want to protect the children. In this space, only the commodity is protected. Endless tendrils criss-cross space, some spaces become hard and never move again, some spaces become smooth and never crack, nothing escapes the virtual struggle between The State and The War Machine.