Capitol Hill, the press juntas, gala dinners expensive champagne and high class escorts, politics is treating Bob Harris well. Since he became prime minister of New Zealand he has shown team kiwi how to run a business, even the whinging lefties.
Back in the Beehive he quickly gets swept up in endless rubber stamping of new laws to make it all run a bit tighter and put some more cash in the coffers. Somehow he feels different though, less into the endless briefings and more into spending time at his computer, then he notices the itch. At night it develops and he can't sleep, with a microscope he finds a fibre coming out of his shin.
The next day in NZ HQ the itch is back and he can't concentrate on a press conference, he watches videos online about nano tech burrowing micro tendrils. These videos connect the nano tech to chemtrails behind commercial jets, Bob remembers being hosed down with some spray at that US spy base he visited. The itches have developed to a rash and the more of these stringy wires he pulls out the more they grow, even when he goes to see his favourite brothel girl he can't get a rise, Bob is slipping and he knows it.
When looking through a portfolio with the minister for security Bob glitches and eats part of his cell phone. Now something is stirring in him, he feels the ability to 'hear' all the digital communication in the country and he loves it.
Bob takes a week out to go to the family bach and get really close to his computer, but when there is a powercut he is disconnected and there are all these pesky humans that are really getting in his way...