The Chip Promised Salvation

Future technology became powerful enough for handheld mass destruction with the same old debate:

“I’m protecting myself against potential alien invasion.”

“But what about that guy who wiped out that entire city block over hovercraft parking?”

The Chip promised salvation.

Susan and Frank had another domestic quarrel. She tossed a holoprojector at him. He, in turn, stomped into his office, slamming the door.

“Frank, let’s stop!” Susan gyrated and convulsed. “I’m getting shocked!”

“You see, Sue, I told you we never should’ve gotten The Chip!”

Enforcers pounded the front door—“Open up! We have a warrant. We’ve detected hostile thoughts.”