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He looked at the mesh as it whizzed past in all directions. His former colleagues. They were still cheaper than drones so they were still there buzzing from delivery to delivery, occasionally stopping for a drink and a chat at one of the coffee shops, their bikes silent on the pavement. He knew many of them. He still stopped to talk. Many of them had been on the demo with him but the precariat were now his guards. The lined-up bikes all gave the same view of him but the rest of the mesh riding past filled in the gaps.