So, yes, I have a chip in my arm.
It happened like this:
The kidnapped children who are brought to the island of Pala are chipped when they arrive (in hindsight, this was probably inspired by the magnificent children’s book series The Tripods by John Christopher, which I read as a kid). The chips in the book contain two things: a GPS tracker and poison.
My own chip has neither.
The NFC chip I have is a passive chip. It only works when you use it with a receiver (not unlike a public transport card).
I’m not the kind of writer who can only write what he knows. While doing research I came across a lecture on the future of implants in humans. I attended the lecture—which was amazing—and learned a lot about what’s happening right now and what maybe/probably will happen in the future.
At the end of the lecture, the speaker (who is also a tattoo artist and a piercing specialist) offered 15 people a chip, free of charge, to be inserted in the arm. The catch? Decide/get it now.
I said yes.
Yes, it hurt. A lot. (I’m a wuss).
Afterwards, people asked me: what are you going to do with it?
I had no idea, but I want it to have something to do with my books and my occupations. I talked to a couple of creative friends and one of them came up with the idea of building a small wooden box that could only be opened with the chip in my hand.
And that’s what we did.
Now, when I visit schools, I take the box with me (or show the movie) and we talk about what this means for us as people. The kids and I talk about nanotechnology and if they would choose to get a chip too or not.
We live in exciting times!