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The first time Arjun noticed the camera, his daughter was asking him about penguins.

She was seven, and she had recently become convinced that penguins were unfairly distributed across the world, that it was wrong for them to be only in cold places, and that someone should do something about this. Arjun had been half-listening, the way fathers do on familiar roads — his hands on the wheel, his eyes on the Morinda toll plaza coming up ahead, his mind three days behind on a logistics filing that his CO had already asked about twice.