You can really feel it in the liminal spaces, where you feed yourself to the machine. Where they scan you, pat you, and ask you for ID; evidence that you've been scanned, patted, and ID'd already, by some other part of the machine. It's a very big machine and the right hand doesn't know what the left is doing.
Places like airports, courts, or the police. If that's your cursed destination, you can feel the state's mastication, running you across their teeth to see if they should bite you or let you be. You can feel palpitation of nations—each office an orifice—whispering what is thissss? Fingering IDs, IDing fingerprints, so that the blind state may see. We are always subliminally inside the machine, but in these liminal spaces, you can really feel it.