Dammit. This was right at the beginning of Panoptica. It’s how the authorities first take notice of the poor bugger who gets his story told.
I’m still ahead. I have implanted chips in the book, not phones and wristbands. Not far ahead though. Certainly not far enough.
It seems my central premise concerning the rise of Panoptica was right on the money. None of this control-gadgetry was forced on the drones. They raced to the shops to be first to buy it all. When it is offered as implants (it will be) there will be a race again, to be first to be able to open a door by waving at it, or control a TV by looking at the panel beside it. What else will those chips do? Nobody will ask.
Well, second shift will start soon. Last double shift is Saturday and I’ll be getting a good malt whisky on the way home, for writing inspiration. There will be no extra shifts next week because this week is totally dead as far as writing goes, and paying the bills while giving me writing time was the whole damn point of the job! There is no likelihood of any improvement in the situation so a new lackey-job is the only sensible option.
There is a new idea brewing too. Recently I read that something like 50% of modern children have no idea that potatoes and beans are grown on farms. This means they will have absolutely no idea about the toxicity of foxglove or corn-cockle or giant hogweed. No idea what is safe to eat or handle and what is deadly.
I already know adults who don’t believe that the plums, raspberries, gooseberries etc that I grow are edible without some kind of further processing.
So when civilisation collapses, I’ll be well fed while the drones hunt for plastic packaging…