When I was a kid in school. They showed me symbols on a card. Then they sent them from a locked and bolted room. I had to fake that it was hard. Circle, square, triangle, waves.
It's the age of the Micro Man. Who sees the detail but never the plan. It's the time of the tiny creep. Who pulls the levers while he falls asleep. Twenty five years of social research.
He sneaks through the door of the surgery. He's got the drug cabinet key. He did something funny and he tied up his arm. It's just the flying doctor, no cause for alarm.