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Off-Topic Discussion => General Discussion => Topic started by: Goober5000 on February 17, 2006, 05:37:18 pm
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Um, yeah... :wtf:
http://www.kten.com/Global/story.asp?S=4508858
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Behind Winston's back the voice from the telescreen was still babbling away about pig-iron and the overfulfilment of the Ninth Three-Year Plan. The telescreen received and transmitted simultaneously. Any sound that Winston made, above the level of a very low whisper, would be picked up by it, moreover, so long as he remained within the field of vision which the metal plaque commanded, he could be seen as well as heard. There was of course no way of knowing whether you were being watched at any given moment. How often, or on what system, the Thought Police plugged in on any individual wire was guesswork. It was even conceivable that they watched everybody all the time. But at any rate they could plug in your wire whenever they wanted to. You had to live -- did live, from habit that became instinct -- in the assumption that every sound you made was overheard, and, except in darkness, every movement scrutinized.
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I want surveillance cameras in the women's restrooms
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I want surveillance cameras in the women's restrooms
You can legally have them in the womens fitting rooms, is that good enough?
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Well if it's that bad, perhaps they should think of passing some mandatory nudity laws. After all, if privacy is worthless, clothing is just a way to conceal weapons.
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Hey UK, I hope you're taking notes.
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Oh, come on now. I agree that we should be on the watch for another terror attack, but this really is too much.
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Behind Winston's back the voice from the telescreen was still babbling away about pig-iron and the overfulfilment of the Ninth Three-Year Plan. The telescreen received and transmitted simultaneously. Any sound that Winston made, above the level of a very low whisper, would be picked up by it, moreover, so long as he remained within the field of vision which the metal plaque commanded, he could be seen as well as heard. There was of course no way of knowing whether you were being watched at any given moment. How often, or on what system, the Thought Police plugged in on any individual wire was guesswork. It was even conceivable that they watched everybody all the time. But at any rate they could plug in your wire whenever they wanted to. You had to live -- did live, from habit that became instinct -- in the assumption that every sound you made was overheard, and, except in darkness, every movement scrutinized.
Why must you beat everyone to the punch?