The streets were quiet. She wasn’t bothered. Then tracker was keeping an eye on her – benevolent surveillance she called it. If she thought about it, she didn’t like trading data for simple public safety but… well she didn’t think about it. But speaking of surveillance that did bother her, well she really didn’t like the Monas. She passed another one in a shop window. One of those small ones, worse than the big billboards. There was something even more creepy about something the right size. Even more uncanny valley. She turned the corner and knew the eyes had followed.