In the street outside, the Inspector looks up to see not the reassuring strangeness of London’s white towers emerging, comfortingly futural, from the old town, but an architecture both structural and human composed in this moment of altered perception entirely out of lenses. The whole world is poxed with electronic eyes, from the street corner traffic lights and the individual security arrangements of the boutiques to the people walking and talking into devices inevitably networked to the digital siphonophore hanging invisible in the sky. The System is good only if it is inviolate and impartial. If not, it is a monster.