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Return to Paradise: Chapter 2

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Pausing just long enough to take a breath and glance up at Isabella’s intent face, Lexy turned over an old, wrinkled page and continued reading:

“It happened gradually, but suddenly–slowly, but surely. Government progressively obtained more and more control–financial, emotional and finally, physical, of its citizens. Near the end of the millennium, people were squeezed financially. Everyone owed money to cred cards, which were owned by banks, which were given money by the government; many people lived on loans and credit cards. Even students, encouraged to attend college at any cost, took out educational loans; some students were initiated into the “real” world owing a lot of money–it’s a lifelong pursuit–to earn enough not just to live, but to pay off debts, too. Nobody could really relax without the constant nag of needing to earn to pay. They were always anxious and worried about having enough money, and they worked nonstop. People did not have a choice about what to do with their lives, as they were forced to work to pay bills and make a living, the way they were told people lived–going to work every day to pay to live in a house and have cars and lots of toys. What a vicious cycle. Undoubtedly, this bleak cloud over our heads affected our emotions.

Being responsible and upstanding citizens, people spent the majority of life uptight and stressed out, working, sitting in an office or driving on crowded roadways. Needless to say, people weren’t as healthy as their ancestors were, who used to run and play in the Earth’s jungles and forests. In this fast-paced world, there was never any time for resting or relaxing. Today’s children ate convenient, processed food, worked indoors and breathed A/C dust and asbestos and lived in smog-laden polluted environments caused by technology. Cancer was the norm and almost expected by lots of people.

It’s no wonder when the bulletin hit the streets that one shot would cure all disease and ensure good health and increase one’s resistance to his unhealthy environment, everyone was eager to be first on the list to get injected.

‘Everyone should get a flu shot to protect themselves,’ read the propaganda. Many of the elderly and the children were given the shots, although some didn’t take the bait.

A few years after the initial bulletin, when it became apparent that not all mankind placed their confidence in a shot, another announcement was made on the radio and TV. This one strongly suggested that receiving the shot was a life or death situation–due to an airborne disease. Some still resisted and decided to leave the cities, suspicious of the shot the government was all but forcing them to accept. Instead, they relied on their God to save them from whatever evils the shot was concocted to ‘protect’ against as they fled, escaping their current realities. It was a weird society, but what culture (cult-ure = your cult?) isn’t a bit strange?”

“Hold on a minute! Wait!” interrupted Isabella. “What are you saying? Escaped? To where? From us? Is this true? Where did you get this? Alexis?! Start talking!” Isabella demanded, excitedly. “And Alexis–Lexy, you’re reading?! How are you reading this?” Isabella looked puzzled and upset.

Alexis was enjoying her friend’s amazement. “I don’t know exactly what this means,” she answered slowly, getting serious. “But I don’t think we were meant to have this.”

“How did you get it?”

“I found it. In Mountain View. When my parents used to take me up there for their meetings. I always had to wait in the car. I found it while I was exploring one day.”

“But how do you know what it says, Alexis?” asked an astounded Isabella.

“Oh, I learned how to read,” answered Alexis nonchalantly, as if she weren’t aware that people didn’t read in today’s times. It was considered an ancient art to Lexy and a waste of time to most of the members of today’s computerized time-saving society, who needed only to listen and speak, not read and write. Computers took care of that. Writing and reading were forbidden. There was no need for the written word, quashing the power of the pen.

Isabella shook her head. “You never cease to amaze me, Lexy,” she said. “When would you have time to learn to read, not to mention how? Do your parents know?”

“Of course not Isa! Only you and I know,” said Alexis. And Wynn-Elias, she thought to herself. “And it’s got to stay that way! My father would flip out! You promised me, Isa. Don’t breathe one word of this to anybody!”

“On my honor,” Isabella said, crossing her heart.

“Do you want to hear more?” Lexy asked, eyeing her friend with a steady gaze. Isabella nodded, saying nothing but still wondering how her friend had learned how to read. Eyebrows raised in curiosity, she leaned forward as Alexis began reading again.

“People slowing began separating themselves from the mass ideas about how one should live and began drifting into an independent and more harmonious way of life. Certain people and their families left the crowded cities and moved to the open quiet of the countryside. Mainstream individuals (an oxymoron) worked a minimum of forty hours every week and thanked their bosses for allowing them two weeks a year to be free (after a year of uninterrupted labor, that is). Weekends were also part of the deal, sometimes, and this schedule occupied people’s time well into the ripe age of 65, when they would stop work and often pine away because their work was the only way they knew anymore to fill the hours in the days.

Convenience was a major concern, as these busy people, with their waking hours centered on working and getting to and from their workplaces, didn’t have time for inconvenience. Fast food and email were highly regarded. Maybe that’s why when given the choice to dispose of the cash currency system and replace it with a scanning device that slipped right into one’s wrist and could be slid over a scanner to purchase things, people lined up in droves to get them inserted. Even more, the personal computer interfaced with the scanner also as a way of communicating, shopping, talking and even vacationing. Virtual reality tapes of places did away with the need to ever really leave one’s area of residence to vacation. Everything became computerized for convenience and saving time. Gradually, stores converted to the scanner method and people clinging to carrying cash had to search out other avenues or resign and make an appointment for the installation.”

“Girls!” Cynthia Roberts called as she turned the doorknob.

“Coming!” Isabella yelled, jumping up for the bed and motioning like crazy to Lexy who slid the book under the desk and grabbed the VR headphones. Isabella opened the door. “Sorry, Mrs. Roberts. I didn’t know I locked the door,” she said as innocently and convincingly as she could, but her heart was pounding so wildly, she was sure Lexy’s mom must have heard it.

“That’s okay, but Lexy needs to take these capsules,” she said, handing Alexis a handful of multi-colored pills. “You forgot to come and get these Alexis.”

“Thanks Mom.” Alexis tried to sound casual. Her heart was fluttering in her chest as she envisioned her mother discovering her secret. Her own mind was still reeling over what she had just read. “We got so involved, I guess I forgot.” Well, at least that was the truth, she thought. “Je suis desolee,” she apologized in French to remind everyone about the Paris VR adventure.

“D’accord mon cherie,” answered mom with a smile. “Aimes-tu des pellets?” she asked about the new food pellets she had ordered for her daughter. They were made especially for focus.

“Oui! Ces sont tres bien!” she laughed, making a muscle with her arm. The three women smiled.

Return to Paradise: Part I

“The fool has said in his heart,

‘There is no God.’

They are corrupt and have done abominable iniquity;

There is none who does good.

God looks down from Heaven

upon the children of men

To see if there are any who understand,

who seek God.

Every one of them has turned aside;

They have together become corrupt;

There is none who does good,

No, not one.

Have the workers of iniquity no knowledge?

Who eat up my people as they eat bread;

they have not called upon God.”

Psalms 53:1-3

 

Part I

“Just a second!” Lexy yelled, jumping at the knock on the door. She quickly slid her papers into her top desk drawer and brought the Virtual Reality screen into view on her computer screen. “Okay, come on in!” she called just as her mother, looking concerned, opened the door.

“Isabella’s here, Lexy honey,” said Cynthia to her absorbed daughter. “Is everything okay?”

“Sure Mom, why?

“Just making sure Babe,  You seemed a little startled when I came in.”

“No, I was just exploring Paris. Your knocking made me jump. Nothing big.”

A second later, a tall, slender, kimono-clad Isabella popped her head into the room.

“Hi Isa!” welcomed Lexy. “Nice outfit. Trying to start a new trend again?”

“I’ll have you know this is all the rage in Japan,” Isabella told her. She spun around with her arms outstretched, modeling the kimono. “Daddy picked it out for me on his last trip to the Orient. And guess what Lex? He said next time I can go with him! Can you believe it?!”

Alexis smiled. “Sounds fun–ever been to Paris?”

“Paris! You got the new European VR disk Lex? Lemme see!” Isabella plopped into the velvet armchair next to her best friend.

“Have fun you two,” said Cynthia, closing the door. A second later she opened it again, poking her head through the opening. “And Lex? Lexy? Alexis! I’m talking to you. Show some respect!” Cynthia commanded.

“Sorry Mom.” Alexis turned toward her mother. “What?”

“Come and take your food pellets. It’s been five hours since your last supplement. You know how important the schedule is.”

“Yeah, okay.  Thanks Mom… be out in a few minutes, okay?”

“A few minutes,” Cynthia confirmed, shutting the door.

“What’s up?” asked the green-eyed beauty, Lexy’s best friend of 11 years, since they were 4 and Isabella’s family moved down the street from them. “Comment-elle est vous?” she asked.

Alexis gave her a puzzled look. “Hmm? Whatever you say.”

“Paris?” Isabella looked hard at her friend. “Lexy, what are you doing? I know you too well. You’re keeping a secret! Aren’t you going to tell me?!! I’m waiting,” Isabella said impatiently.

Lexy couldn’t hide the sparkle in her eyes. “The Champs-Elysee is so beautiful,” she tried to be convincing, but one glance at Isabella was enough to see that her perceptive friend wasn’t buying her feigned interest in the city of romance. “Okay, between us?”

“And only us,” agreed Isabella, with words spoken countless times before.

“I found something–nobody can see it or know about it. I really mean it Isa. I can’t even believe I have it,” started Lexy.

“I’m intrigued. And you know I won’t tell anybody else. Okay? Now let’s see it! What is it?” prodded Isabella.

“Still hesitating, Lexy thought that this may be one secret worth keeping to herself. But surely her best friend in the world could be trusted with this, she thought. She shared everything with Isa; they were like sisters, without the sibling rivalry.

“Lexy, I know you’re dying to tell me and I’m dying to hear. So go! Let me in on this! Who would I tell, anyway?” pressed Isabella.

“You’re right,” answered Lexy. “Is the door locked?”

“It is now,” Isabella said, crossing the room in two strides and pushing the lock shut with a click that echoed in the still silence.

 

 

Return to Paradise, Prologue 3

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Success emanated from the sharp, young visage of Edward Blitz III. At 42, his good looks still served him well, making him an excellent candidate for a campaign manager. His blue eyes gleamed sincerity and his genuine interest for the well-being of the nation could be detected in his facial expressions, always a true companion to his words.

“Progress, Purpose & Power” were his words to live by and the powerfully alliterative advertising slogan for CHIP, which he now murmured under his breath while Sid and Jerry studied the codes on the computer screens in front of them.

Sid Lawler, technology mogul, computer information specialist and self-professed genius, needless to say, was a smart man, and he recognized many of his own qualities in Blitz. Lawler, Blitz and Roberts combined their talents to create Central Headquarters and the Implanted Pins, given the appropriate acronym, CHIP.

Lawler realized the device’s potential to serve a much more subtle purpose than the public was made aware of. By accepting the CHIP, people had willingly placed themselves in the hands of Central Headquarters, which monitored and maintained all CHIP transactions. In addition to accessing and controlling the host’s thoughts, those in charge could also induce sleep in “chipped” citizens, if it be deemed necessary. As head CEOs of CHIP, Lawler, Roberts and Blitz became the gatekeepers of society’s secrets. Although in today’s democratic world, the men were not voted for, nor were they known, they would control the citizens’ destinies.

“We’ve got the whole wor–” Blitz’s song was cut short as Shelby Blitz burst into the room.

“It’s a girl!” she announced, breathless and excited. “I ran all the way over here to tell you! Congratulations Jerry!” Jerry leapt from his seat.

“A girl,” he said with a smile. “Alexis Ryan Roberts.” His wife had insisted on the name, and it sounded okay to him. “May I go see her now?” he asked, his green eyes beaming with pride.

“They’re right behind me,” Shelby told him. “Wait’ll you see the little angel! She’s so beautiful and Cynthia’s radiant.”

“Congrats Roberts,” Ed said with a genuine smile. “You deserve her.”

Sid nodded. “Hope you’re ready to be a father.”

“I do too,” Jerry answered, not sounding completely sure of himself. The pregnancy had been sort of a surprise. It had happened so quickly after they’d been married, but he could adjust to anything, he knew. Less than a year ago he was a bachelor and now, a father. “I guess it was all meant to be,” he had told Ed and Sid when they’d questioned him about rushing things along. They had agreed with him.

Despite his offer to be with her for the birth, Cynthia had insisted that Jerry not be present. “It’s a woman-thing, honey,” she had forcefully explained to him. He wasn’t one to push the issue, but he still wanted her close, so he compromised by setting up the extra wing at Central Headquarters as a birthing room to keep his wife nearby while he continued to work on furthering CHIP’s agenda. Time seemed to be moving so quickly lately, every second counted.

“Cyn, honey,” he approached her as Amy wheeled her smoothly into the boardroom. Cynthia’s face was flushed and radiant. “You’re glowing,” Jerry told her as he bent to kiss her lips. Cynthia smiled at her husband while she cuddled her newborn close to her body.

“A girl,” Jerry whispered, kneeling beside Cynthia to get a closer look at the swaddled baby. “Can I hold her?” Receiving permission from his wife, Jerry picked up the baby and held her at arm’s length in front of him, which prompted a loud wail from his new daughter. He smiled. “Meet Alexis,” he told the gathered group. “Already got something to say from Day 1!” Shelby laughed.

“Just like his father!” Ed told him.

“So how was it Cynthia?” Shelby, who had never had kids, partly because of the fear of pain, wanted to know.

“She was a pro in there,” Amy answered for Cynthia. “And Alexis is perfectly healthy, 7 lbs, 10 oz, ” added Amy. “That’s all that really matters when the labor’s over, is that the baby and mom are healthy.” Shelby looked at Cynthia with wide eyes, hardly comforted by Amy’s avoidance of her actual question.

“The real pro was Amy,” Cynthia informed them. “At one point, I didn’t know if I could do it. ‘I need a C-section,’ I was yelling. But Amy helped me focus and breathed with me, rubbed my back, held my hand and screamed with me,” Cynthia laughed. “She’s definitely gifted–she was created to be a midwife.” Cynthia sounded convinced.

Amy shrugged, a little embarrassed with the praise. “Lots of experience–and God. He gets all the glory,” she said. Ed and Sid exchanged glances.

The new parents grinned at Amy. “Thanks Amy,” Jerry told her sincerely. “You look like you gave birth,” Jerry said. “Maybe you should take a break and relax. I’ll bring Cyn back whenever she wants.”

Amy looked at Cynthia, who nodded in confirmation. “Twenty-one hours is a long time,” Cynthia said. “Thank you for sticking it out with me. I’ll be fine now. I think I’ll just go to sleep for a little while.”

“Okay, I’ll go,” Amy agreed. “I’ll be back to check on you and Alexis in an hour or so.” Amy gladly took the invitation to excuse herself and left the family to bond. Not to mention, the computer room always felt stuffy and uncomfortable to her. She hoped Cynthia wouldn’t expose Lexy (as she had already nicknamed her) to such a stale environment for too long. “See you in a few,” breezed Amy, closing the door.

“Take your time,” Cynthia assured her. “Bye!”

“What an opportune time for our newborn to appear!” Ed announced when the door clicked shut. “We just found the codes we’ve been trying to crack only about 40 minutes ago–probably right around the time she was born!” he told the group excitedly, ignoring Sid’s disapproving look.

Jerry and Ed wanted their wives to be kept abreast of all developments. It wasn’t necessarily because they believed in sharing every detail of their lives with their wives that they wanted them to be involved, but because their knowledge served as a form of protection. Their wives would be less inclined to leak sensitive information to certain people if they were as much involved as their husbands. Case in point was Sid’s ex, Natalie, who walked out on Sid after 17 years with the threat that she’d go public with all of their secrets if he tried to stop her. She wasn’t worried about her own involvement with her husband’s plans as she had always kept her distance from his schemes. She had never been thrilled about Sid’s work or his obsession with it because it left little time for her or the family she had always wanted to have, but that he never had time for, and also because she didn’t share his desire to rule the world. Since then, Sid distrusted women even more–including Shelby Blitz: a would-be blonde, too brainy for his liking and a beauty–as well as the perceptive daughter of a New Hampshire senator, Cynthia Roberts, whom he knew had much more insight into his personality than he was comfortable with.

Nevertheless, Sid had to agree, keep the wives involved and they couldn’t squeal or let out any secrets even if they wanted to–they were as much a part of it as anybody–downright accomplices. It did ensure silence. The two women made eye contact and then looked at the men expectantly. Cynthia held her arms out to Jerry, indicating she was ready to reclaim Alexis from Papa’s proud paws.

“So, we’re making progress then?” Cynthia was the first to answer, wondering what “progress” would lead to. She looked at Ed. “So what does it mean exactly? Specifically?” she prodded. “What can we expect next?”

“No time for getting into the nitty gritty now on this special occasion,” voiced Sid, gesturing at the baby and Cynthia. “Suffice it to say this will help future developments and technology.”

Ignoring Sid’s attempt to change the subject, Ed offered a little more. “In a nutshell, by cracking these codes, we have accessed the necessary information which will enable us to carry out CHIP’s technology worldwide, as was its objective when it was created. It’s expanded very quickly. At the touch of a button–someday, when the time is right, we’ll control the entire global population, and we’ll have it all! New York, Paris and Nepal!” He did a little dance, feeling very proud of himself.

“For now, we need to save and secure these codes in secret documents,” Sid announced, getting back to business. “It’s premature to enact these plans. The world is not ready. We’ve got to move cautiously,” he warned. “This conversation is classified.” He directed his ending comment at the women, who as if in silent agreement, said nothing. Although they were bursting with questions, Sid’s more-than-customary gruffness shut them up. They both nodded, knowing they’d get the details soon enough, as soon as they got their husbands home alone.

“Since we’re all present, all the players, let’s lock up these screens together,” said Jerry. “That way we can only move forward and unlock them when we’re all in agreement–and prepared,” he added with a meaningful look at Cynthia sitting in the wheelchair holding Alexis.

“Everybody over here then,” commanded Jerry, resuming his seat in front of the main terminal. Sid sad down next to him while Ed pushed Cynthia holding Alexis in the wheelchair close to the scanner, and Shelby stood behind them, holding their wrists up to the square window scanner.

“Access security program and save documents for storage,” directed Jerry to the computer, a.k.a. Murphy. As the scanner read the information from each of their individual CHIPs, they watched their identification numbers scroll across the screen and flashes of information load up the file.

Even newborn Alexis stuck out her arm with a wail, making her the youngest person to ever secure top secret information. Alexis’ loud shrieks pierced the thick silence in the room. “Access restricted and secured,” reported the computer. Then the screen went blank and Murphy switched itself off.

“We’ve met our daily objective.” Sid was the first to break the intensity of the moment. “I’ll be going then. Until tomorrow; 7 sharp,” he said in his brusque way. He rose from his high-backed chair. “Ed, Jerry,” he addressed each of them. “Ladies.” He nodded in their direction and turned to go when there was a knock on the door.

“That’s Amy,” said Cynthia as Sid opened the door. Cynthia’s tall, thin midwife stood there, holding a camera. “Hi. I’m glad I caught you,” said Amy.

“I was just leaving,” Sid objected, looking at the camera distrustfully.

“Can I just get a quick shot of you guys to commemorate Alexis’ first day in the world? You’re the first people she’s ever seen.”

“Great idea, Amy,” agreed Ed, always eager for family values-type publicity to feed the press.

“Come on Sly, get in the picture,” coaxed Jerry when Sid looked doubtful.

“Yeah, you won’t melt,” Ed nudged him.

“Make it quick,” Sid relented with a sigh, moving to stand behind Cynthia. Jerry kneeled by her left side and put his hand on Alexis’ head. Ed and Shelby stood on Cynthia’s right.

“Okay, ready…. say ‘baby’,” Amy directed.

“Baby,” they obeyed, though Sid only moved his lips. Amy pushed the button, freezing the moment in time.

Return to Paradise: Prologue 2

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Ed Blitz and Sid Lawler grew up knowing they’d be in positions of power. Both came from a line of government officials and leaders who placed high emphasis on the duty to uphold the family name by assuming positions of power within the ruling class. Ed’s father, Edward Franklin “Frankie” Blitz II had been responsible for CIA public relations, which required him to make even the darkest deeds of its employees and associates as innocent as a newborn baby. Through his public relations service, he became well-acquainted with several international businessmen, not a few of which contracted him for their own PR-related concerns. Jackson Lawler, overseer of UN affairs and owner of a computer manufacturing plant in China, came to know Frankie Blitz quite well. The Lawlers and Blitzes raised their children to maintain the positions of power and esteem upheld by their families. Control had been bred into their beings.

It was at such a juncture in his life that Sid Lawler met Edward Blitz. With his father now dead and gone for just over two days, Lawler was already making plans for changes he would make in his inherited position as head of his father’s computer manufacturing empire in China. He knew just the guy to contact–Jerry Roberts, inventor of a new high-powered laser that transmitted high frequency signals. Roberts was smart–he’d already gotten a patent, which was why Lawler needed him, and he knew he wouldn’t refuse the big money offered in the deal. With a little research, he’d learned that Roberts had always dreamed of making it big–despising the blue collar laboring his parents did to pay the rent, which they didn’t always do. Roberts had spent his life moving from place to place, escaping his parents’ debts. Instead of making friends, he’d become involved with reading books about computers and lasers. His obsession paid off when he invented the new laser that used electromagnetic radio waves. He’d found a way to use the radio waves to read, change and implant thoughts, and everybody wanted it. Hence, the birth of Lasertech, and Jerry Roberts’ service to Lawler. The biggest problem was keeping the whole operation quiet, with no media involved, at least not in the crucial beginning stage… coincidence, or the synchronistic intermeshing of events, showed its face just then.

“I knew your father quite well. Brilliant man,” stated the aged well-dressed gentlemen who appeared in front of Sid. “I’m Frank Blitz, worked with your father; call me Frankie.”

Lawler shook his hand, his reverie interrupted. “Sid Lawler,” he offered.

“Please, anything I can do, call me.” He handed him a card which Lawler stuffed in his jacket pocket without looking at.

“Thank you,” he managed to say and nodded to Frankie who shuffled off surrounded by a couple of men in dark suits.

Weeks later, Sid sat looking at the card–Confidential Public Relations Services, it read. F.B. were the initials in the bottom left corner, with a pager number. Why not give the guy a call? Sid thought. He did know my father. 

Although Frankie wasn’t interested in Sid’s proposition, he referred him to somebody who would be–his son. Edward Blitz III. Young and energetic, the third Blitz had the endurance required for such a massive campaign. Sid agreed to a meeting with the younger Blitz.

Return to Paradise: Prologue

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“This is it Roberts!” Sid shouted, jumping out of his chair. “The codes! Murphy’s finally done it. Now we can access and override all communications systems within a quarter of an hour!”

“That fast? Jeezu!” marveled Ed triumphantly. “In the twinkling of an eye, we’ll have the world at our fingertips!” he said, holding up his hands to high five with Sid Lawler and Jerry Roberts. They slapped hands and Edward Blitz sang and danced around the room. “We’ll have the whole world in our hands, we’ll have the preachers and the teachers in our hands, we’ll have the mothers and the fathers in our hands, we’ll have the sisters and the brothers in our hands, we’ve got the whole world in our hands!” The three men smiled smugly, feeling good about themselves and their new success.

“Genius is so precious and so powerful. Such a rare commodity, and one that we possess to an incredible degree,” gloated the 50ish bald hulk of a man referred to by his associates as Sly Sid. He was lauded among his colleagues for the successful development and implantation of Central Headquarters’ Implants Pins, aka CHIP. The plan was to use this new technology–a tiny microchip the size of a pinhead–and implant it into every man, woman and child across the Earth. Central Headquarters would then have access to any information and transactions involving that CHIP, and through the implant, could also control its host’s actions, attitudes and even thoughts by transmitting electromagnetic radio waves picked up by the CHIP.

The phenomenal popularity of CHIP with the public was a definite surprise among Sid’s associates. Its success was owed in part to the campaign headed by Ed Blitz III, and funded by Sid & Co. The hook was convenience. With the average person working 40-plus hours per week, time and convenience were of utmost importance. Why not help people save precious time by eliminating the hassle of dealing with money and cash–always having to stop at the bank to put it in or out–and the change! Scraping for that last dime was a waste of time for the scraper and for those waiting behind him.

The solution? CHIP. This device would serve as a scanner that would automatically subtract the purchase price of a product or service from one’s “account,” thus saving people the time and inefficiency of carrying cash.

Implanted pins could also interface with Central Headquarters via lasers located around the city or with a personal computer. People could even collect their paychecks through the CHIP. It only had to be inserted once with a tiny needle into one’s right hand, and life became so much easier.

Realizing the implications of such technology, the authorities wholeheartedly supported the implant and even offered free implantation (for a limited time) to citizens.

President of Lasertech Jerry Roberts secured a private grant to install CHIP lasers in every grocery and department store nationwide, free of charge to the merchants.

It seemed almost too simple–as such it raised little suspicion or concern among the often hostile, questioning sea of citizens collectively called “the public.”

If there was any squeak of opposition from the public regarding CHIP’s use, it was deafened by pointing out the CHIP’s additional merits as an identification and tracking device. Containing all the vitals: name, identification number, parents, blood type and on down the list, one quick scan of the tiny microchip would reveal just about everything about a person. Gone went the filling out of forms, as one swipe of the CHIP could instantly transfer such information into a company’s data bank or computer. People’s time was spared in doctor’s offices, federal offices, DMV and the like.

Not to mention an even greater virtue of CHIP–finding missing persons. Any parent whose child has a CHIP will worry less about kidnapping, knowing their children can be found no matter where they stray (or are taken) by simply activating CHIP’s honing system. The lost sheep are located in minutes. In fact, the initial testing of the identification tracking system was done on animals, as is very often the case. “Vaccinate your pet against loss with Infopet microchip ID,” read the earlier propaganda. The product’s success in pets made it all the more attractive to humans.

Fueled by the media hype regarding the CHIP’s merits, people lined up in droves to get their own implants. Those stubborn few who clung to carrying cash soon had a hard time buying food and clothing in stores which now only accepted the CHIP laser payment method, as a matter of convenience.

As the United States’ and its allies’ citizens became modernized, Sly Sid Lawler and a handful of close associates (friends would be stretching reality) became billionaires. But money was not the final objective.