I was looking at my cell phone display the other day and noticed a symbol I didn't recognize. I pulled out my instruction book and, lo and behold, my phone has some sort of GPS system.
I know that most people don't like the idea of the possibility of being tracked all the time. However, as a person who once suddenly came out of some sort of trance while driving down Dowlen Road and panicked when I didn't recognize the backside of Barnes & Noble, I think a tracking device, in my case anyway, is a great idea.
I wouldn't mind if you all had a little display in the corner of your computer screens watching me drive to and fro, hither and yon. That way, if you noticed me circling the same block two or three times, you could call me and point me in the right direction.
I also would not be opposed to the medical community or the government or Bill Gates implanting a little chip in my wrist so that hospitals and doctors' offices could scan me and know my complete medical history. Go ahead. Barcode me, baby.
Anything that would keep me from having to fill out one more medical history form in one more doctor's office is fine by me. Auto accident? No need to go back and look for that toe. One quick scan of my wrist implant would tell you all about my unfortunate tractor accident of 1986.
Who cares if all my information accidentally went public. Yeah, I've had most of my nonessential internal organs removed and the aforementioned unfortunate toe incident. If that's going to make me a social outcast or unemployable, I don't really care. That's just how much I hate filling out forms.
By the way, I didn't lose my toe in a tractor accident in 1986. It was a poker game in Nam, 1972.