![]() The line of passengers begins to stretch across the room even as new regulations keep coming in faster than you can process them. You get confused and let a snake through-another black mark. Now native headdresses are forbidden, turbans are OK, but shoes must be removed. Oh, and shirts are allowed now, but you didn't realize that until you'd already stripped down another passenger. Wait, snakes and turbans have just been outlawed. As you struggle to keep the new rules straight, the line of cranky passengers gets longer. Wait, now coffee isn't allowed either, but cell phones are OK again. Then another alert: Mobile phones are prohibited, too. OK, fine, you dutifully strip people of their T-shirts as they pass through the metal detector. But after a few minutes, you get an alert-shirts are now contraband. Your day begins easily enough, quickly scanning passengers' luggage and bodies and waving them through. Bogost furrows his brow asking, "Why didn't they just click the 'Full Page' link to get to the cows?" You work for the Transportation Security Administration, manning the x-ray machine at a local airport. ![]()
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