Alice blended into the crowd and moved forward; the crush pressed inward, the cloying space full of sweat and cursing. She tilted her head back and inhaled long drags of cold air; exhaled rods of white frost. The shouts and cries around her lessened as the crowd passed beneath the nets, people aware they were entering dangerous ground. Garish animations scrolled across the underside of the taut fabric contrasting with the digital camouflage on the other side. Some of the videos were Fourth Ward propaganda, others from the mayor’s office encouraging weapons and medical startups to move to New York: Test what you want on our bridges, kill who you want in our tunnels, that’s no problem in the Big Apple!