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Chip.
A harmless word, one that we even mistake for food. Long crispy potato, glistening with oily juices.
But thats not the kinda chip I'm talking about.
In fact, if your as squeamish as I am, you'll be wrinkiling your nose in distaste at the mere idea of having a tiny, capsule like device inserted into your flesh.
Where it'll sink, beneath the folds of flesh and blood, and you think nothing of it.
Partly because you know if you start you'll end up hurling up yesterday's dinner, along with this morning's breakfast!
So why do it?
If the idea is so hurl worthy, then why would you agree to such a deal?
I'll tell you, its what this tiny device thingy has to offer.
Heaps and heaps of data, your identity, fingerprints, you name it, all contained in this 'harmless' little chip.
Whoever heard of hacking in to someones arm for robbery?
I guess you already know what you'd be signing up for.
I mean no biggie.
Your safe, monthly wages sent directly to the chip, everythings normal right?
Wrong.
It's more than normal.
Not sure if your religious, but Imma role with this anyway.
It is said that the mark of a sinister individual, quite close to satan, carries the chip, either in his forehead or his wrist.
Don't you feel like whatever the government flings at us were just made to do it? No question.
Even the explanations seem resonable, when put forward. Phrases like 'safety' and 'security' is an abrupt lip zipper.
Who doesnt want to feel safe and secure?
Truth be told this is neither safe nor secure, rather its control.
Honestly we're a bunch of mute puppets. Leader says jump, you say how high.
Quite soon freedom, will be flushed down the toilet, hands wiped clean of the idea, never to be seen or heard from again.
They'll be laughing their behinds off at ya.
To this day we refuse to view the world through a divergent window, we allow the thick veil to be thrown over our eyes, and our strings to be pulled.
If we don't switch on our sanity soon, that won't be the only thing we lose.
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In-machane
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Ever thought what the future will hold?
Will we be around, or would the world suddenly transform into a part alien part robot planet.
Perhaps the alien/robot inhabitants would hold us hostage, sort of like modern slavery.
Thinking about it, robots have pretty much begun to take most decisions.
Though programmed we only hold the responsibilty of their job.
Thats another thought to ponder.
Quite soon robots will be programmed to perform tasks like we do.
Imagine walking into work one day, and suddenly finding yourself face to face with a 6ft. Something tin can.
Next thing you know your out on the streets, and the company your used to calling 'work' has become human free.
Suppose you can't really blame them.
Never heard of machines resting or eating. So hours saved on lunch breaks and vacations equals lumps of saved money.
And whoever heard of 'machine rights', 24 hour service would hardly seem in-machane.
Party time for the managers eh.
Now I'm sure the wheels have begun to turn in your head, and your thinking 'thats messed up.' But it's a little too late for a re-do.
The world is over peeps.
Humans are going extinct, may be not literally.
Since we won't be rewarded for mooching around, we'll have to relapse back to hunting for our food.
When that runs out, well, you'll just have to hope your not next on the menu.
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Trust.
Not something we give up so easily. Yet somehow it always ends up in the wrong hands.
For instance, if you were stranded in the middle of nowhere, darkness surrounding your vision. Through the distance twin halos of light bleed through the pitch black, your heart jumps with relief.
A car!
You jump up screaming, waving your arms above your head like a lunatic, till the vehicle comes to a slow stop.
The driver, a bloke who has a nice smile- not that it's as important as the fact that he seems decent enough - offers some assistance.
And, instead of being wary of strangers, like your mamma told you. Quite willingly jump into the passenger seat, glad to be off of the butt hurting sidewalk.
For a while there is an awkward silence, till you feel like you should say something, a word of appreciation perhaps?
So you blurt out a 'thankyou', to which he smiles charmingly, and replies in a similar way.
Satisifed you tell him your address, so that he'll drop you at your door. He doesnt comment, so you figure that he's noted it down mentally.
Realising that the drive may be long you settle your head against the window, and close your eyes - just for a minute.
Blinking rapidly, you peel your eyes open, something rough and unpleasant, muffles your groans, suddenly your not inside the comfy car anymore. And the nice man is now a psycho who happens to wear a sinsiter smirk upon his rugged face.
Movement is out of the question, since your wrists are bound tight to the plush chair your seated upon. Hot tears run down your cheeks, and somewhere in your frightened mind, you kinda wish you were back at the sidewalk, at least you were safe.
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