As we flew past the lights I recognized the city as Monterrey by its distinctive landmark—a towering slab of concrete, more than twenty stories tall, topped by green lasers that swung through the night like searchlights. The monument was ugly as hell and had been built in the last century. I recognized it from the knowsoft I’d slotted on Aztlan, back in Seattle. The Faro del Comercio —Beacon of Commerce. A tribute to all that was ugly and crass about big business and megacorporations.