Imagine carrying just about everything you need beneath the surface of your hand - your wallet, keys and ID, all in a microchip. That’s reality in Sweden, as some early-adopters implant the tiny devices beneath their skin.
Better make sure the microchips are not made in China, or Xi Jinping is going to be watching everything you do and say, and in fact everyone near you as well. LOL
They may have invented the idea. But keep in mind that I'm a movie buff, and the more recent rendition of The Manchurian Candidate, starring Denzel Washington and Meryl Streep uses the concept of inserting a microchip into the brain a person in order to be able to control them.
The reason that the human race is headed to a dystopia is because no matter how bad or inhumane an idea is, if it is technologically possible and there is a buck to be made, it will be brought to practical use and advertised and sold as a great boon for humanity.
Human beings will be turned into robots because it can be done and money will be made. Nothing will stop it.
Years back there was an episode of the 1995 version of the Outer Limits named "Stream of Consciousness" that entailed everyone being made capable of accessing and being accessed by the internet. (AKA... "the stream")
Due to a brain injury, Ryan Unger cannot enjoy the benefits of a neural implant that allows other people to tap into The Stream—a direct connection into all human knowledge. He tries, unsuccessfully, to keep up with everyone else by using a long-forgotten skill: reading books. For the human race, the Stream has been erroneously programmed to crave information instead of knowledge. Soon, it begins to turn the human race into its slaves to attempt to locate and process every single bit of information, a process that will lead to the human race's extinction as people stop doing everything to obtain the desired information. Ryan's injury keeps him from falling under the sway of the Stream, leaving him the only person who can stop it. The Stream will not allow itself to be shut down, however, and it commands the humans under its control to defend itself from Ryan. In the end, Ryan succeeds in shutting down the Stream and saving humankind. Cut off from the mental crutch humanity has used for so long, Ryan finds himself needing to teach humankind the old ways of acquiring information again—from books.
While a hive mentality may be good for humanity in the long run, I have no desire to lose my individuality being the caveman that I am. I wouldn't do well as a member of the "Borg Collective." I see a double edge sword with this implanted chip technology.
I'll smack it right off my shoulder, stalk until it be dipped like a dance moving
van Hellsing in the shower with a bathing cap to start my night right up till i split my chip like an endz to a means that doesn't mean anything to one who would pull a tow like a cracked clavicle clanging a rip torn rotating cuff linking the sodium to many pent up housing playboy bunny's doing porn to create the norms high cholesterol coming down from triglycerides home for those sick of assaulted nuts peppering potential off the ole blocks, but depositing calcium in calcium non enriched milking the barbeque grill for onions layered in sour cream of the crop dusting paraquat off weed to succeed at failing another grade A chicken that cocked a shoulder fired assaulted chip off of mine,
and i'm not going to share what i don't dare or truth evade for having made an ice pic the winner of the vinegar be cider that wet the parched lips of a thirsting desert traveller miraged into a scene wear dessert is served by one who won't wait, uncited, for that witch ununited did hunt like a dawg deputized to distribute truth tactfully displayed throughout without the baby pleas cried from the unappealing onion sliced in outer quadrants to achieve meant chips for Betty, cause it was what was Crocker to Davey dining on a desert dessert at a dive diner where only bellies flop to flip off on the ears of the branded herds who Mark an endorsed check with a bounce in the step for a dance line crooked Hill arrayed in beans Jack sold to stalkers as celery dipped is green, while i was a dumb brunette that wouldn't talk
about being the dumb blonde who had to dye, in order to live and grin about being a former dumb blonde, hashing out my differences with like minded folk hero sandwiches that normally accompany my chips , as where have all the hero's gone....to be made sandwiches by some Duke of Early American Irish famine sustainers on retainers to straighten out lawless stocks and vagabonds too mature to be pre existing conditions to raise food for thought less ness monsters, locked with a combination of keyless entry key ways that a slot of platters served to all that matter to ones who don't give a chip
pretzel logic
as they prefer chip logically
sorry, just blowing off some steam after rockin my neighbors, gotz to go earn me some fun tickets,
you good posters N joy now
i'm going to implant an impression with another's voice
S E E D E D C O N T E N T
I'm not sure how to feel about this. Something makes me feel uncomfortable about this new tech. How about you and why do you?
Better make sure the microchips are not made in China, or Xi Jinping is going to be watching everything you do and say, and in fact everyone near you as well. LOL
Something I had not thought of Buzz. An excellent point.
No to microchipping
Not NO, Hell NO!
I hear ya!
Uh, no
So far, no one seems to be into it. I thought it was just me, but apparently not.
Nope. But I bet China will love it.
I’ll pass on that too but I wonder what the 20-30 year olds think about it.
They may have invented the idea. But keep in mind that I'm a movie buff, and the more recent rendition of The Manchurian Candidate, starring Denzel Washington and Meryl Streep uses the concept of inserting a microchip into the brain a person in order to be able to control them.
The reason that the human race is headed to a dystopia is because no matter how bad or inhumane an idea is, if it is technologically possible and there is a buck to be made, it will be brought to practical use and advertised and sold as a great boon for humanity.
Human beings will be turned into robots because it can be done and money will be made. Nothing will stop it.
Sarah Connor...
As in The Manchurian Candidate remake starring Denzel Washington and Meryl Streep. I think you know your movies, John.
Meh not for me (hell I still use a flip phone), but for others that's their decision
Years back there was an episode of the 1995 version of the Outer Limits named "Stream of Consciousness" that entailed everyone being made capable of accessing and being accessed by the internet. (AKA... "the stream")
Due to a brain injury, Ryan Unger cannot enjoy the benefits of a neural implant that allows other people to tap into The Stream—a direct connection into all human knowledge. He tries, unsuccessfully, to keep up with everyone else by using a long-forgotten skill: reading books. For the human race, the Stream has been erroneously programmed to crave information instead of knowledge. Soon, it begins to turn the human race into its slaves to attempt to locate and process every single bit of information, a process that will lead to the human race's extinction as people stop doing everything to obtain the desired information. Ryan's injury keeps him from falling under the sway of the Stream, leaving him the only person who can stop it. The Stream will not allow itself to be shut down, however, and it commands the humans under its control to defend itself from Ryan. In the end, Ryan succeeds in shutting down the Stream and saving humankind. Cut off from the mental crutch humanity has used for so long, Ryan finds himself needing to teach humankind the old ways of acquiring information again—from books.
While a hive mentality may be good for humanity in the long run, I have no desire to lose my individuality being the caveman that I am. I wouldn't do well as a member of the "Borg Collective." I see a double edge sword with this implanted chip technology.
That was a great episode.
I've always marched to the beat of a different drummer (just ask Mr G). I'll resist this chip technology til my dying day.
I'll smack it right off my shoulder, stalk until it be dipped like a dance moving
van Hellsing in the shower with a bathing cap to start my night right up till i split my chip like an endz to a means that doesn't mean anything to one who would pull a tow like a cracked clavicle clanging a rip torn rotating cuff linking the sodium to many pent up housing playboy bunny's doing porn to create the norms high cholesterol coming down from triglycerides home for those sick of assaulted nuts peppering potential off the ole blocks, but depositing calcium in calcium non enriched milking the barbeque grill for onions layered in sour cream of the crop dusting paraquat off weed to succeed at failing another grade A chicken that cocked a shoulder fired assaulted chip off of mine,
and i'm not going to share what i don't dare or truth evade for having made an ice pic the winner of the vinegar be cider that wet the parched lips of a thirsting desert traveller miraged into a scene wear dessert is served by one who won't wait, uncited, for that witch ununited did hunt like a dawg deputized to distribute truth tactfully displayed throughout without the baby pleas cried from the unappealing onion sliced in outer quadrants to achieve meant chips for Betty, cause it was what was Crocker to Davey dining on a desert dessert at a dive diner where only bellies flop to flip off on the ears of the branded herds who Mark an endorsed check with a bounce in the step for a dance line crooked Hill arrayed in beans Jack sold to stalkers as celery dipped is green, while i was a dumb brunette that wouldn't talk
about being the dumb blonde who had to dye, in order to live and grin about being a former dumb blonde, hashing out my differences with like minded folk hero sandwiches that normally accompany my chips , as where have all the hero's gone....to be made sandwiches by some Duke of Early American Irish famine sustainers on retainers to straighten out lawless stocks and vagabonds too mature to be pre existing conditions to raise food for thought less ness monsters, locked with a combination of keyless entry key ways that a slot of platters served to all that matter to ones who don't give a chip
pretzel logic
as they prefer chip logically
sorry, just blowing off some steam after rockin my neighbors, gotz to go earn me some fun tickets,
you good posters N joy now
i'm going to implant an impression with another's voice