Small paintings dotted the white corridor that stretched out in front of me. While the colourful murals softened the stark walls, they didn"t conceal where we were. Behind the mask, this was still C.E.C.I.L.
I tried to keep my focus straight ahead, but as usual my gaze wandered to the drop-tile ceiling. Not yet removed from its mount, one of a few remaining security cameras aimed down the hallway. Although inactive, I worried the device would suddenly power-up and follow my movements with its red eye and mechanical whine. For so long, the intrusive objects had monitored my activities, and it was hard to shake the paranoia that someone still watched.
I shook my head at the absurd notion. The motion detecting cameras no longer operated, and when they had, they made no noise. I had imagined
