Developers build new data-tracking system to help curb homelessness in Seattle area
I used to be a number. Probably many numbers to be honest. Employee number. Social security. Bank. Mortgage. Credit card. Loyalty scheme. I must have been in countless databases. Probably still am. Rattling around. And I was a number in countless social graphs. User number this, target number that. Connection number the other. As a number I was so visible, linked to countless others ready to be targeted with offers and messages. Sorted by algorithms, moved around between businesses and business plans. Identified. Positioned. Surveilled. Policed. Sometimes helped. Sometimes just used. I used to be a number. I still am.