Who doesn't like the "warm and fuzzy feeling of being behind gates"? That's what living in a restricted private community is all about. But sometimes the senile bonebag at the guard shack will actually wave through some prole who didn't come close to breaking 100K last year, or, God forbid, even a negro. In fact, I saw this happen once. She was driving an Escort for Christ's sake. Well, Hidden Eyes has the solution. Now, instead of hiring some retired bank guard to check each person's identity as they come in, everything is listed in a computer database! Off site! Remember when you used to "pop in" on the Rosenbergs? Well those days are over, asshole. Of course they could add you as a "registered guest", but they probably won't since that would mean that anyone who looks even slightly like you could breeze right past the gate and go on a community-wide killing spree that wouldn't end until the police finally got tired of explaining why they weren't on the list and just drove through the fence. Not that you'd want to visit someplace that uses this service anyway. Seriously, who wants their picture taken and saved in some unaccountable company's secret database? Especially when they're sporting a creepy-ass, Big Brother name like "Hidden Eyes". Really? "Hidden Eyes"? Why don't you just call yourselves "The Mysterious Corporation"? Fucking idiots.