what if when we are all born, a small chip is put into our skull, so that the government knows what we are doing at all times, knows what we are eating, knows where we are, and perhaps what we are going to do? have you ever noticed that when someone is very close to discovering something bad about the governement they die mysteriously? think about it.. why else would the bad guy never get away?
Well being that I was in the room when my kid was born and he stayed in the birthing room with my (now ex-) wife and I until we left the hospital, I highly doubt it. But if you really think so, maybe you should wear one of those tin-foil hats all the time and maybe a bubblewrap spacesuit just in case they decide to blow up the moon..
I wrote a story about that once. Well, it was actually lits of chips and everyone knew about them, but still, it was a fun story to write.
Not every body that discovers something bad about the Government dies – some take the bribe. As far as the chip in the head goes we can always bang our heads against a wall until it malfunctions. Cheers!
Could be! But lucky for me, I don't really mind being watched. I'm not doing anything bad... or solving any government mysteries for that mater. Long live the chip in my brain!
Ahaha. Yes. Can you imagine how many people it would take to watch all the people with brain chips? And does that mean we get to watch them in return? I dont know
true story: When my step-daughter was 4, she mysteriously stopped walking. Her mom took her to the hospital, where she was admitted immediately and was seperated from her mother for tests during her stay. Then she just started to walk again...no real explaination for what happened. Years later, her mother-in-law happened to mention an experiment with micro-chips which took place in the hospital where my step-daughter was born during the year that she was born. The current family theory is that the child had an imbedded micro-chip which slipped, interfering with the nerve response & making it impossible for the child to walk.
