John Brunner was a genius
Clearly moot needs to open a new board, /confessional/, where everybody can be the priest behind the screen.
Somehow it's like that "Shockwave Rider" opening...
"Yes, little sister?" he said in a neutral tone.
"Father, I got to make confession or I'll be damned!" she sobbed. "I shivved my mom - cut her all to bits! I guess I must have killed her! I'm sure I did!"
Time seemed to stop for a long moment. Then, with what calm he could summon, he uttered what had to be said for the benefit of the record... because, while the booth itself was sacrosanct, this veephone circuit like all such was tied into the city police-net, and thence to the tireless federal monitors at Canaveral. Or wherever. There were so many of them now, they couldn't all be in the same place.
Memo to selves: would be worth knowing where the rest are.
His voice as gritty as a gravel road, he said, "My child" - aware as ever of the irony in the phrase - "you're welcome to unburden your conscience by confiding in me. But I must explain that the secrecy of the confessional doesn't apply when you're talking to a microphone."