An electric fence should be who I sell all my digital loot to from my cyber crimes. Some kinda weird crusty android guy down by the space docks wirh a busted leg that I know has the hookup and the dosh to get it fix, but figure he keeps it for sentimental reasons. He's also my plug, in that I literally plug into him to download webnet drugs to put on my cephalochromoscope later
Instead we use it to shock animals as a low-grade carceral torture and that's fucked up