In which we discuss how the relationship between government and governed is transformed when it is mediated by flying robots.
I was too young to remember the early part of the war except in hazy impressions. My first solid memories are of shortly after Berlin fell. I didn’t understand the politics, and the fear, and the destruction, but what did make an impression on me at that age was the candy that the American drones gave us. I remember catching glimpses of disapproving adults sometimes looking out from their windows, but my friends and I didn’t pay much attention to them. Those unmanned aerial vehicles from across the ocean were just so friendly, and so interesting. They had such a different atmosphere around them than the drab, determined sorrow I saw from everyone else around me, and they seemed to be just as happy to see me as I was curious to see them.