Incarcerated in monolithic interstitial dreck, that forlorn inquisitive youngster in a long empty corridor may grow into a seasoned coder to escape Caracas' concrete war-zone of dread, and this is why here in the states, the preterites get free roam bugged `Obama Phones', with 250 minutes/month, as one of Kieth Alexander's many new worries is that lone savvy `Tuttle' in Brazil, that drones can't even target, and who later retired as 'Jack Burns', ex-florist, in a pleasant home and family circle of trust, recently augmented by a suspicious new pothead son in law, who, unbeknownst to Kieth, Tuttle/Burns has a back story as a NSA-hated CIA field agent to foment global terror to justify US surveillance agencies ever escalating budgets and security cleared retirees' revolving-door golden-parachutes. So the NSA, CIA, and FBI uber-state independent silos all become a patch-quilt of allied targets.