"We are free only in a madhouse."

says one of The Physicists in Dürrenmatt's play.
But the 'madhouse'
to which they have committed themselves
so as not to provide the world with yet more
insane technology,
turns out to be a Facility 
where their every conversation is recorded,
and every scrap of paper
on which they sketch, compose
equations is photocopied...

And so it goes...