Four women were relaxing in a sauna, each wrapped modestly in a towel. Two were younger, one was middle-aged, and the last was a feisty senior citizen. Suddenly, a soft beeping sound filled the air. One of the younger women tapped her forearm, silencing it. The others looked at her, intrigued. “Oh,” she explained, “that’s my pager. I had a…
Four women were relaxing in a sauna, each wrapped modestly in a towel. Two were younger, one was middle-aged, and the last was a feisty senior citizen. Suddenly, a soft beeping sound filled the air. One of the younger women tapped her forearm, silencing it. The others looked at her, intrigued. “Oh,” she explained, “that’s my pager. I had a microchip implanted under my skin.” Not long after, a melodic ringtone played. The second young woman casually raised her hand to her ear and started talking. When she finished, she smiled at their curious expressions.
