Many folks are unaware of a trend. Micro Chipping Humans just like Cattle and Pets. If you thought it was only a thing of Science Fiction or, worse not until the End of Days as it speaks of in the Bible, well think again.
From 2012
Amal Graafstra snaps on a pair of black rubber gloves. “Do you want to talk about pain management techniques?” he asks. The bearded systems administrator across the table, who requested I call him “Andrew,” has paid Grafstra $30 to have a radio-frequency identification (RFID) chip injected into the space between his thumb and pointer finger, and as Graafstra describes Lamaze-type breathing methods, Andrew looks remarkably untroubled, in spite of the intimidatingly high-gauge syringe sitting on the table between them.
From 2012
Amal Graafstra snaps on a pair of black rubber gloves. “Do you want to talk about pain management techniques?” he asks. The bearded systems administrator across the table, who requested I call him “Andrew,” has paid Grafstra $30 to have a radio-frequency identification (RFID) chip injected into the space between his thumb and pointer finger, and as Graafstra describes Lamaze-type breathing methods, Andrew looks remarkably untroubled, in spite of the intimidatingly high-gauge syringe sitting on the table between them.
Graafstra
finishes his pain talk, fishes a tiny cylindrical two-millimeter
diameter EM4012 RFID chip out of a tin of isopropyl alcohol, and drops
it into the syringe’s end, replacing the RFID tag intended for pets that
came with the injection kit. He swabs Andrew’s hand with iodine,
carefully pinches and pulls up a fold of skin on the top of his hand to
create a tent of flesh, and with the other hand slides the syringe into
the subcutaneous layer known as the fascia, just below the surface.
Then
he plunges the plastic handle and withdraws the needle. A small crowd
of onlookers applauds. The first subject of the day has been
successfully chipped.
Over
the course of the weekend, Andrew would be one of eight people to
undergo the RFID implantation among the 500 or so attendees of Toorcamp,
a hacker conference and retreat near the northwest corner of Washington
State. Graafstra’s “implantation station” was set up in the open air:
Any camper willing to spend $30 and sign a liability waiver could have
the implantation performed, and after the excitement of Andrew’s
injection, a small line formed to be next.
And
why volunteer to be injected with a chip that responds to radio signals
with a unique identifier, a procedure typically reserved for tracking
pets and livestock? “I thought it would be cool,” says Andrew, when we
speak at a picnic table a few minutes after his injection. (The pain, he
tells me, was only a short pinch, followed by a “weird feeling of a
foreign body sliding into my hand. )
