In the corner of my eye I can see the game, my guests playing and playing. Everything is a camera in Witnessed, and the designer has done this creepy-as-shit thing where the software looks at your calendar and your recent emails and asks about them if you leave it alone for too long: surveillance simulating surveillance. Two of my guests have to make a hasty retreat after the system interrupts an argument about the relative buoyancy of David Hasselhoff and Erika Eleniak to ask, via the 21-foot plasma, if they’re sleeping together.
