Shutterstock/OliverSved. All rights reserved.Confusion strikes at the ticket desk: my name is on the iPad guest list, but the attendant has already swiped it off as someone else entered. It's a mistake she quickly overcomes, but tonight's show is about my phone's "secret life" with insinuations on the frailty of my data. I linger on the error, gamely aware of the possible implications for security. Sensing trepidation, she jovially suggests that the fun may already have begun, my identity toyed with in a way I'm yet to fathom. I shuffle on the spot.
Once past the desk, friends alert me to the message on posters dotted around the venue, complicating the matter:
"By entering this venue you accept your mobile phone communications may be intercepted by the show's creators and used in the performance."
