So we knows it's you, but you are a integer.
"So here I was now, two years just to the day of being kicked and clanged into Staja 84F, dressed in the height of prison fashion, which was a one-piece suit of a very filthy like cal colour, and the number sewn on the groody part just above the old tick-tocker and on the back as well, so that going and coming I was 6655321 and not your little droog Alex not no longer."
— The Prisoner