Monday, October 19, 2015

This Sounds Familiar

  This article in the Huffington Post concerns a man who had an embedded chip in his hand.  It seems relevant to my novel, A New Premise.  Here's an excerpt:






      Alexa remembered the old days when people used money: the paper and coins or plastic cards.   People had different amounts of money at their disposal and could save it up and spend it however and whenever they wanted . . . and wherever.  Workers were paid different amounts depending on their education and experience as well as the job.  Now, the government set wages and salaries and controlled rents and interest rates. Everyone received a base amount, an allotment.   Saving money, or hoarding, as it was now described, was not allowed.  Describing how things used to be sounded unbelievable now but Alexa knew well that was the way it had been.

      Nine years ago everything changed.    Alexa had been twenty-eight years old; a special year because Max had been born.   She still had high hopes of her marriage to Jack.  Then terrorists had flooded the world with money and cards that were fake but indistinguishable from the real thing.   Not coins though; they were too expensive to manufacture, apparently.   She had thought it ironic that while elaborate preparations had been made against missiles and other weapons, a different type of destruction was being secretly planned. 

      The terrorist’s cards and bills could somehow be used to obtain unlimited amounts of money without detection.   Everything was chaotic.  Banks closed.  Stores would only take silver or gold coins; who had any of those lying around?   Some would take smaller coins, half dollars and dollar coins, the older pennies, nickels and dimes been phased out although lots of people had a jar of pennies somewhere.  But not much could be purchased with them.   Most people could barely get together enough of them to buy a loaf of bread.  

     Then came the riots.  Many people were killed or just disappeared.  Stores and businesses lost millions, billions of credits or dollars as the money was called then.    When the government came up with the idea of the implanted microchip or grain as it came to be called, it seemed the best solution.  It was supposed to be a temporary solution.  People were desperate for someone to take charge and fix the situation.


     Alexa remembered her mother’s scathing remarks that it used to be that only the family dog had an implanted microchip but her father had shaken his head at her and that had ended the conversation.  Everyone was afraid, even afraid to speak.




      I'm going to start putting  up excerpts from my novels, especially when it is relevant to a current issue. 

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