I head to the airport for check-in.

Queue for ages so I can be served at the desk.

"Hello there. May I see your passport?"

I hand her my passport so I can be allowed to continue on my voyage out of this godforsaken country.

The passport has my fedi handle in it, embossed as a tag that can flag up any online misdemeanors.

All activity is tainted by state censors uniquely tagging what passes through the nation's pipes.

"I'm sorry, sir, you or people you know previously expressed negative opinions about EUPOL. This check has resulted in the declinature of your request to travel and will be on your record for the next 12 months.

In addition, should you wish to continue being associated with these types of people, the Party will have no choice but indefinitely identify you as an enemy of the State."

God bless you, Rochko.