One evening, when I was a teenager, my parents came out with the most amazing and unexpected outburst of "big brother is watching" paranoia. I really hadn't expected it. They had shown no prior interest in conspiracy theories, or end-of-the-world nonsense. I can't remember what we'd been talking about, if anything. We were probably watching television - it was before extensions had been completed and the television moved, so Mum and Dad were sitting in the two brown elastic-"sprung" armchairs, whilst my sister and I were sitting in the swivelling high chairs we all sat in when we ate our meals. I do, however, remember that my parents were talking about ATMs, which in those days were still relatively new. As a young child, the only way to get money from one's bank account was to go into the bank and talk to a bank clerk. I didn't have a bank card that allowed me to use them at that stage, but I was starting to think it was a good idea. ...
De Profundis, the game files.