The Wire hums an unfriendly song, You are all of you my slaves, it says. I am an order — hum. I am a counter-order. I am a cypher message. Refer, and hesitate. You must not act. Sometimes it sings another refrain You are heirs, it cries, to all the fret and worry of materialism. You are strangers in this far land, isolated from your surroundings by great anxieties.