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Ambrose didn't mind the $DEGEN camera on his desk. His fairly techie friend, Zeb, had assured him everything was audited: - the analysis and learning happened locally before getting mangled and sent to the network - the code was open source - the manufacturer attested the supply chain provenance of the hardware and offered sureties on each device - the network offered eye-popping bounties for anyone who could produce deanonymized data And his DEGEN camera checked out on every step of the list. It was kinda weird to be in a panopticon with no one at the center looking out—or everyone looking out through a kaleidoscope depending on how hard you thought about it—but Ambrose wasn't one of those guys who thought too hard about it. As far as he was concerned, his neighbor was throwing a party and he was getting paid. Didn't matter how loud the camera thought he was tonight with a beer, a pizza, and a little battle royale. 2B was throwing a rager and bought out the noise rights for the whole block. Covered dinner at least. Ambrose toked up, took a swig, and turned on his console. He heard a distant pounding from downstairs and to the back, 2B already starting to raise the roof. He didn't mind though—he was just thinking, "Hell yeah, brother"

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