A wizened old judge sits in court, looming down on the accused (the term defendant implies they have a hope in hell of defending themselves), presiding over a trial he doesn't understand. A young man did something dangerous with a computer.
There is no jury, because this is a secret trial - what is being discussed here is a matter of national security. The young man is suspected of some kind of technological terrorism, the judge understands. The young man looks unhealthy, sallow - the judge doesn't consider that he has spent a month in a holding facility being politely but forcefully questioned about his political beliefs, his thoughts on terror, his religion, his economic orientation.
The trial proceeds. Great stacks of print-out of browser history are wheeled out on trolleys. The volumes are enormous. The young man must be pathological. The security cleared expert witnesses explain that this young man clearly uses the internet heavily, he is possibly an addict, many of these "URLs" are very technical, possibly dangerous. It appears he has been hacking thousands of websites. He is clearly a threat, a dangerous product of a world gone mad that the judge only knows to fear. His wife is making casserole and he wants to get home.
Sentencing is passed. The young man is not allowed to talk about these proceedings lest a harsher sentence yet be meted out. He is sentenced to prison and is thus conveyed. His life in this society is effectively over, and his future holds only scrutiny and prejudice, to which he is not permitted to respond, and cannot even have the solace of mute rage, as the drugs he is made to take by the state for his dangerous addictive and compulsive tendencies prohibit such.
In his cell he sits and reflects on his crime - being a web developer who retweeted a link to a leaked GCHQ document.
With enough data and the right apparatus, you can achieve political harmony within your populace in the matter of a generation.