You're the king of Watch Dogs' open world — until the story hacks into it (review)

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I am the omniscient god-king of Chicago. I monitor my citizen-subjects through a thousand unblinking eyes and sit atop a digital throne. When I crave amusement, I peruse their mundane factoids, their terrible secrets and vile perversions. When I require tribute, it is immediate and plentiful.  When I demand excitement, the city tears itself open in a million ways all around me. This city belongs to me. And if you inhabit this superconnected, near-future Chicago, you belong to me, too.