A staff member handed us a chip implantation consent form. “Sign this, and elder care will be absolutely fair.”
I pressed my fingerprint without hesitation, then turned to my wife. “Now we can count serving tea to your parents as elder-care expenses. If I sit by your dad’s hospital bed, I’ll charge eighty percent of the market rate. My mom’s pension? The System will automatically split it in half.”
Right after we got the chips implanted, a madman suddenly rushed in through the door. A scar from chip removal marked his neck. “Run! That chip eats people! It’ll...”
I shoved this loser aside. “The Qing dynasty fell ages ago, get it?”
“It’s 2025. We live in an age when even family ties can be tracked on the blockchain.”
