The doorbell rang just as the warm water hit his aching back muscles. Had she forgotten her key? Shower interrupted, he threw on a tee and shorts and ran downstairs, opening the front door to a couple of teenagers waving their cell phones in his face. “Hey, you’ve got a Pokémon in your backyard. It’s ours! Okay if we go back there and catch it?”

Shoshana Zuboff, The Age of Surveillance Cap…, loc. 971