To some, inserting an RFID tag underneath their skin sounds like a great idea for convenience and security. To me, it sounds more like lunacy, but hey, who am I to judge?

I'm generally not easily put off by things such as body modification. The arduous tales of pierced lips, eyebrows and various appendages unsettle my stomach not in the least. I only make available this information as a preface to what I'm about to say. The idea of inserting a trackable, constantly transmitting electronic device, which is non-upgradable, underneath my very epidermis, brings forth painful visages to which my mind's eye can only summon echoing shreaks of terror and unfathomable dread as a response.

It's not just that I don't understand it. If I were to be asked, I would readily offer that I don't truly even begin to understand some of the more advanced (see: frightening) piercing opportunities available to the modification community at large. That is not to say that I dislike them, though, as ideas in general. To each their own, I would say. This insertion of tags into the very body of semi-autonomous, mostly independant, somewhat free-thinking humanoids, however, is a matter unto itself.

Don't misunderstand. I am definitely a proponent of creating a culture in which ease of use, and where at all possible, security are oft found in the forefront of the minds of engineers worldwide. I will not, however, choose to inject some device into my person in hopes of marginal gains, at best, in these areas when related to a very small subset of daily activities.

Perhaps I'm old fashioned in my ripe old age. Perhaps I'm just not hip. It's true that I may be deemed paranoid because there is little doubt in my mind that were this technology to be imposed upon the masses, as some Companies/Governments would choose, the implications of this woeful event would be widespread and disasterous, even if at first hard to detect. Those facts withstanding, the likelihood of my participation in such a movement of my own free will is slightly less than the chances of George Washington rising from the grave to do a tap dance of his own volition while singing the star spangled banner and strumming a 12-string guitar.

Incidentally if you see that, I'd love to hear about it.

Still here,