You can't Run. You can't Hide.

My back brain whispers, "It's evil."
My desperate brain (who wants a job) "Shut up! Shut up! Maybe the software will be used to rescue injured kittens." I imagine the interviewer handing me a box of mewling kittens and telling me that the technology is going to be used to find lost children and develop worthless apps.

"Oh don't be stupid. This is tracking technology. It's a hunting technology. They want you to target people, hand them free junk and take a profile of their face. Being able to recognize the front of the face isn't enough, they want this technology to identify by seeing half of the face." I imagine myself stepping into an office, my interviewer hurried but gracious. They take my picture to demonstrate the technology, and then once it is done, I'm in their system. I'm their slave.

Swayed by alluring benefits and pleasant hours, I sign the contract that binds me. As a modern-day vampire, I go out into the world looking for victims. I look for humans to hand over their precious identity for a key-chain.

"This technology is going to develop not matter what you do. You might as well be a part of it."

" I know. I can't stop it, but I don't want to be a part of its development. I don't want to be on my deathbed, thinking how I'm an asshole. One who helped to develop the technology, which tracks us all. I can't even defend my intentions. I'm not trying to stop terrorism. I just want a daily cappuccino".

So as these thoughts turned, I decided not to flirt with a job that I found morally objectionable. I just turned my back and walked away,--Back to the nothingness that is my life.