The moratorium, however, only covers police departments, and Amazon still sells access to its Rekognition technology to organizations that may well end up supplying services to cop shops, and to government agencies, too.
The uniformed henchman stood rigidly before Lord Bezos, trembling with fear. He didn't have a name; none of them did anymore. Not that it mattered; no one survived in the undersea volcano lair long enough to learn names, anyway.
"So both privacy-laundering and money-laundering," Lord Bezos purred. "You have done well."
Before the henchman could sigh with relief, guards roughly threw him to the ground in response to an almost-imperceptible nod from the man they once new as Jeff. His wrists, ankles, and neck were swiftly locked in the dreaded Echo Torture manacles -- the ones that only responded to Lord Bezos' voice.
As panic overwhelmed the henchman, he dared to speak.
"But, my Lord, you said I did..."
"Silence, worm!" barked the Praetorian Guard captain.
"Yesss, you did well," Lord Bezos hissed. "But your standard was excellence."