And one of them — the jogger — raised an arm, pointed directly at the user, and mouthed silently:
setpedcontrolstate
He didn’t answer.
Every NPC in the city became a puppet with cut strings — and then new strings, invisible ones, pulled by nothing but the architecture of control itself. A woman in a business suit turned to face a brick wall. Pressed her palm flat against it. Stood there. Purposeful. Waiting for a door that didn't exist.