By someone who definitely isn’t who you think s*he/it is..
In an age where your toaster needs Wi-Fi and your fridge politely asks
for a password, the humble "e;Personal Ausweis "e; stands proud as the final
proof that you are, indeed, a person. Without it, you are a freewheeler,
a dying species of wandering spirits — capable of profund thoughts,
emotions, and possibly filing amounts of senseless taxforms, but
entirely unacknowledged by the administrative kings (who actually need
them).
Yet a brave new underground movement has arisen: “para no id” —
protection from identification, or, as it’s known in official circles,
“that silly idea started by people who clearly have something to hide.”
Some lunatics even consider them terrorists, but look at them, do they look like it ?
Followers of para no id believe that one’s existence can’t just depend
on a laminated card featuring an ugly and way too expensive photo taken
under expensive fluorescent silly lighting that makes everyone look
like they’ve just confessed to hiring a hitman. They argue that being
constantly asked to “prove who you are” is both intrusive and
philosophically questionable. After all, if I must prove I exist every
time I buy a train ticket, how can I truly be? I think, thererfore..
Government goons however disagree. They assure us that the Personal
ID is — like Healthinsurance — for our own good — a small price to pay
for order, safety, and the occasional data breach. Without it, they
warn, chaos would erupt: people would open bank accounts under the name
“Lord Sandwich,” sqirrels would claim the right to vote, and entire
cities would vanish even a bit more into bureaucratic limbo.
Still, the “para no id” crowd persists. They meet secretly at fiends
places (because they can’t rent venues without ID), exchanging
handwritten notes and suspiciously unregistered smiles. Their vision is
simple: a world where humans are not numbers, and nobody has to carry
their identity in their pocket — because it’s already in their soul.