The New Deal: A Novel

By Edward Kardashian

David McClurry presents his latest invention, a type of radio-frequency identification (RFID) device before the department of commerce in June of 2035. Though very interested by the potential applications of this new hardware in an effort to improve the American economy, the department decides to pass on David’s project. Their decision prompts him to try his luck in politics and launch his own political party three years later. Notwithstanding the lack of campaign and advertisement funds, McClurry runs for President in the fall of 2038. His political party in limbo after an unexpected arrest and beaten by John Morey of the Democratic Party, David is sentenced to ten years in federal prison for having avenged the murder of a friend. As Morey comes across David’s project the following summer, he sets him free from prison temporarily and asks him to run The Chip, hopefully improving the economy. Aware of Morey’s scheme and unable to fully carry out the Democrats’ plan, McClurry becomes the new Dictator of the United States and the new leader of an unprecedented post-capitalist world.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Archway Publishing
• Release date: Aug 4, 2020
• ISBN: 9781480891852

Edward Kardashian

Following the success of The Confabulators, Edward Kardashian comes back with his second novel, a political sci-fi story, which couldn’t be any closer to the current state of affairs in politics as well as emerging technologies in computer hardware. Having obtained a Ph.D. in the field of mathematics with a thesis on the Riemann Hypothesis, he works as a hedge fund manager for one of the top firms in Manhattan while writing techno thrillers in his spare time. He currently lives in New York City.

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CONTENTS

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Aftermath

To all those who are

struggling, there is a way out.

PROLOGUE

As far back as I can remember I had always wanted to become a superstar. Not a sportsman or an actor, not that kind of fame. But I had always wanted, for some reason, to do something big and be remembered for it forever. What if I would tell you that I have achieved my dream of becoming a big shot through improving the American economy? Would you crucify me for that? Probably not! But what if I would tell you that I have used unorthodox means to attain that goal, would you still be appreciative or would you send me to prison if you had the power to play God? My name is David McClurry and I am an inmate at North Camden maximum security prison in North Camden, New York. I am writing to you from my prison cell which I have all to myself since I am in solitary confinement. Being who I am, the former Dictator of the United States, they couldn’t put me with the general population for fear that somebody would try to kill me and get their fifteen minutes of fame in the process.

But I can’t complain. I kind of like it here in the segregation unit. The day room is filled with society’s cancerous cells which, having been deprived of their p53 tumor suppressor protein, won’t commit suicide. They’ll hang out until they kill their host. Anyway, I can’t spend all my time scribbling my memoir. I have to find a way to get out of here for I will eventually set myself free. There is this corrections officer who has the highest respect for me and for cause. I turned everything around. I made our country whole again and this is what I get in return? All that bullshit ain’t working out for me but, fortunately for both the land of the free and yours truly, I will come back. I promise. Meanwhile, it is dinner time: pork chops with mash potatoes, like they always serve on Mondays. Taste like hell. My favorite officer is coming with my food. I’ll talk to him now. I’ll see you guys later.

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NEW YORK CITY, JUNE 3RD 2035

How long still sir? David asked the cab driver.

It’s hard to tell at this point, the driver replied.

Just to give me an idea, I have a very important meeting.

I really can’t tell. Usually in this area at this time, we’re home free, the driver said.

Any idea what’s going on? David asked.

I have no clue, replied the driver.

David McClurry decided, instead of sitting in traffic, to pay the taxi driver and to finish the remainder of the trip on foot which would probably prove to be faster. He asked the driver:

How much is it?

Eleven fifty.

David handed the driver thirteen dollars.

Keep the change.

Thank you, sir.

He got out of the cab and started heading on foot towards Andraÿk Boldurek University on Broadway. The Russ Tutling School of Engineering was his destination. David looked at the heavy traffic going north, the same direction in which he was going. On the other side, not a single car passed by. He tried to look ahead to see if he saw anything that would be blocking the traffic and causing a jam this bad but didn’t see anything.

It didn’t matter at this point because he only had few more blocks to walk before getting there. David was a computer hardware engineer. He had been working in robotics as of recently where he had been designing the hardware for domestic help robots which had been immensely popular. The company for which he worked had sold millions of units of those robots for domestic use. That was, of course, before the current deflation.

This morning, however, he was not looking into domestic robots. He was giving a presentation before the department of commerce. The US economy was currently in the trash and the effects of market globalization could be felt more and more. People were losing their jobs and they were unable to find anything else. This was nothing new. This had been the trend for the past forty years now. It was just going from bad to worse.

David finally arrived at the engineering department where he was going to meet with a panel of three people from the US department of commerce. He had been requesting government grants for years to exploit a new technology that he had been working on. So far, he had always been turned down as far as government grants were concerned.

David entered the building by the main door. This was where he had studied, back in the day. It had been thirty somewhat years now since he had graduated with a bachelor’s degree in computer hardware engineering. He had quite a background on his résumé. As soon as he had graduated, he worked for video games companies. He designed, along with other engineers, the hardware for the last two generation of video game consoles. The latest video game console was so advanced that it was now played using a helmet.

It gave the impression to the player that he was actually there. Things were going very well for David until the economy collapsed. The US economy had taken such a blow with the subprime mortgage business that it all went down: the economic recession of 2025. What was next for the United States? Initially, the video game sales were still doing well while the country was in recession. However, the sales kept going down gradually. Game companies were no longer selling anything, whether games or consoles. The company eventually had to lay everybody off and filed for chapter eleven, bankruptcy, when it went bust.

In times of recession, people didn’t really have the time nor the money to play video games. All their time and energy were dedicated to survival. David then turned to domestic robots development. He had initially taken a contract to work on military robots but then the contract that the company had with the army ended and wasn’t renewed. The US government wanted to concentrate its efforts on bringing the economy back on its feet instead of investing in war equipment.

Some years later, in late 2034, the economy, again, took another plunge. It moved from recession to deflation and, ultimately, almost entered a phase of depression. It was the first time ever that it would go that low since the great depression of 1929. Back in that time, around twenty-five percent of the population was unemployed. This time around, it didn’t go any higher than fifteen percent, but the damage was unbelievable.

No need to explain that the sales of domestic robots went down the toilet and David found himself out of work once more. Even though he worked in the engineering field which was highly specialized, it remained subject, just like any other field of employment, to the economy. If there was no demand and even if you were extra highly competent, like Erwin Thomas, you were still going to find yourself out of work. Regardless of this, he had been working on his own in perfecting a technology for which he had just obtained a patent. That was this technology which he was going to pitch that morning before the department of commerce, trying to get a grant to undergo production. The school hadn’t changed. The lobby still looked the same. As David headed for the presentation room, there was still the same artwork on the walls displaying some hardcore math formulas.

Both the engineering and the mathematical departments were in the same building. There was even, as you walked further down the main corridor, a picture of Albert Einstein. That was the one picture of him looking straight into the camera, standing next to a blackboard filled with math and physics formulas which were beyond the level of understanding of the normal population. He headed for a room adjacent to the main corridor. Inside the little office, an admin assistant was working at a desk on a computer. He introduced himself to her:

Hi, I’m David McClurry. I’m here for the presentation.

Hi sir! Just fill out this form for me, she replied.

David grabbed the form handed to him by the admin assistant. She was in her thirties with her hair down to her shoulders. She had dark hair, which matched her dark brown eyes. He tried not to show any interest in her. She was rather attractive, for she had one hell of a pair of boobs. He tried to stay focused, for it was the ‘tétons’ that so easily entangled and made you want to fuck.

The adrenaline was already running high. He could feel a slight discomfort due to a pounding heartbeat. Today was a unique chance to attract the government’s attention and, by the same token, find work again. David wasn’t running out of money as of now, being still on unemployment, but it wouldn’t last forever. The rent for Manhattan apartments was high, regardless of how good or bad the economy was doing.

Let me go fill this out and I’ll bring it back to you in some minutes, he told the admin assistant.

Sure, she answered.

David headed for the library. The cafeteria was closer to the entrance of the admin assistant’s office but he needed to be quiet to fill out the form. He wanted to make sure that he wouldn’t make any mistake. He sat down and took out a pen. He started to fill out the form. It was a government form containing a few pages. It looked like an employment application form. David started to fill it out when his gaze came to rest on a table nearby. The library was almost empty. Somebody was reading at the other end of it. The librarian appeared to be busy at the reception desk.

The table that he was looking at was the table where he had been sitting at most of the time while studying there and doing some homework, either on paper or working on the laptop. He had spent countless hours in the library of the math and engineering departments. One time, as he recalled in his memory, some friends and himself had a team work to do. David wouldn’t stay focused for very long and would constantly keep wandering around.

On that occasion, he saw somebody that he had been to high school with and who was, at the time, studying there just like him. In high school, they didn’t talk to each other but they did at the time that they were in university. He remembered, still staring at that table from across him, the one time that he went to talk to that student who would go by the nickname of ‘Mister Morse’ and whose real name was Ludwig Von Lautzerrheig, pronounced ‘lotz-tzer-rig’. He was a mathematical genius and studied actuarial science in the math department of the school. David had approached him but already this Mister Morse guy would warn him:

Hey Dave! I won’t talk to you for long because I need to focus.

What are you studying? asked David.

Thermodynamics!

Thermodynamics with Mister Morse! I did that last semester, said David.

How well did you do? asked Morse.

I got an A. Initially I had failed that class but then I did it again and I passed.

Why did you fail the first time?

I wasn’t focused enough, said David.

It must have sucked.

Tell me about it. I had never failed a class. It was real hard on the ego.

I can imagine, especially for you… Dave, I can’t talk for too long, said Morse.

I understand. Not talking for long with Mister Morse.

Why do you keep saying this? Morse asked.

It sounds good. Doesn’t it? David asked.

I don’t know. I guess… You should have taken marketing instead of engineering, replied Morse.

Why do you say that? David asked.

You would be served. You always come up with some bullshit: ‘With Mister Morse this, with Mister Morse that’…

I’ll let you work then, replied David.

David didn’t seem to totally agree with what Morse had just said, as he would recall the discussion in his mind. To him, he would just say ‘With Mister Morse’ to hang out. It was not because he should have been taking marketing instead of engineering. When he had gotten back to the table where his friends were, they were already getting pissed because he had taken some time to go talk to somebody else about matters which were totally non important instead of focusing on the team work that they had to do.

As he recalled, still gazing at the table, being totally absent minded from the form that he had to fill out, one of his friends had started getting on his case as soon as he had gotten back to the table. He had not even had time to fully sit down again that his friend would start:

Why did you go talk to this guy? We don’t really have time for that, his friend said.

I wanted to say hello to Mister Morse, replied David.

I understand, but you can’t go around when we have something to do.

I’m here now, so let’s get going, David replied.

His friend had heard him but wouldn’t let go:

You may be popular, but you’re not the most popular.

Okay I hear you. Let’s work now. What else do you want? David asked.

David was getting pissed off, at the time, because his friend had gone ballistic on him. Maybe he was right. Maybe he was acting too much like he was the main man on campus, when actually nobody seemed to bother too much with him. The scene had just gone through David’s mind, playing before his eyes as he was gazing at the table across, not really seeing the table itself but just remembering that scene. It was just one scene, one among many, a drop in the ocean. As a whole, he had enjoyed his time while doing his bachelor’s degree, but all this was done. All this was the distant past.

Where were his friends now that he had studied with back in the day? Some were still here in New York, some had moved to other states while the few remaining had probably become… Mere remote motherfuckers somewhere in Arizona or Nevada!!! It didn’t matter much. He wasn’t here initially to go back down memory lane. It was the first time that he would go back to the engineering school where he had studied. It had been a good thirty years. However, it was an unexpected trip back down memory lane. Usually, David wasn’t somebody who thought much about the past. There was nothing that you could do about the past. You could only do something about the present and the future. So why bother? He was slowly coming back to reality, realizing that he had lost some minutes just thinking about that scene.

He took a deep breath and sighed before starting to fill out the form that he had to and this time, seriously. No more interruptions. He couldn’t take all day to fill that out because the department of commerce panel wouldn’t wait forever. David filled out his form pretty quickly but without compromising on the hand writing. Once done, he stood up, put the chair back in its place and then walked back to the small office close to the entrance of the building.

I’m done, he told the admin assistant.

Just have a seat, she replied.

Some minutes passed. The admin assistant received a phone call. They were ready for him. She told him:

They are ready for you: room A882.

Thank you, David replied.

The admin assistant didn’t bother looking at him in the eye for longer than required. He kept his gaze on her a little longer, grabbed his laptop computer and went away. He walked at a good pace, not running but not taking his time either. The adrenaline was higher and it felt more and more unbearable as he could feel his pulse getting stronger the closer he was getting to the room. He knocked on the door:

Come in, somebody answered.

2

David opened the door. A panel of three men, all in their late fifties, early sixties, was staring at him. Those men looked more like they were sports commentators on TV than people who worked in the grants division of the department of commerce. David stared back for a second as he entered and then closed the door behind him. He stared for another two or three seconds as if his ass had just been frozen with liquid nitrogen before one of the men told him:

You can go ahead.

Thank you, David replied.

He walked up to a small desk set up for him on the center side in front of the table where the three men were sitting at. In the center against the main wall, there was a blackboard. A projector was bolted to the ceiling. David put his bag on his desk, opened it and took out a laptop computer from it which he installed on the desk.

The three men were gazing at him not saying anything and with a fucked up look in the eyes. David only took few minutes to open the computer, plug it in the wall and set up his presentation. Before starting, he lowered the projection screen which came down from an opening in the ceiling, right in front of the blackboard.

Gentlemen, first and foremost, I would like to thank you for letting me present this project to the department of commerce.

The three men nodded. One of them smiled at David, who didn’t know how he had to take that smile. Was it a genuine smile or was it an evil smile? Did it mean we are listening to you or did it simply mean that we’re about to chew you up? Another of the men grabbed his dick. David saw it and had a moment of hesitation, not knowing if he should let them know that he had seen it or just pretend that he hadn’t seen it and just go on with the presentation which hadn’t started yet. The guy who had just grabbed his dick told David:

I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking that we’re just dick grabbers.

This was immediately followed by one of his colleagues:

What? Talk for yourself.

Who’s grabbing his dick? asked the third.

I’m not. He is.

Have you seen him?

No.

So who’s talking about grabbing dicks?

David saw it. He saw me grabbing my dick. Didn’t you David?

David was not sure what to answer. He paused for a moment and then told them:

How about I go on with the presentation? This is what I came for.

Come on guys. We’re trying to focus, said one of them.

I am focused, but I swear I saw this guy grab his dick, said the other.

So you saw him? asked the first one.

I guess. I’m not sure. I’m getting old. My vision is not as good as it used to be.

Guys, let’s not make a big deal out of it. I did grab my dick and David saw it. I know what he’s thinking right now, that we’re just three old dick grabbers.

Okay, look, you speak for yourself because I’m not a dick grabber. I don’t grab my dick… at all, answered another one.

Me neither.

So this means you’re the only one who has that. Let’s not generalize.

David, do you think that I am a dick grabber?

I think that we should go on with the presentation, answered David.

David has spoken well, said one of the other two.

Yes he has, agreed the other one.

The one who grabbed his dick smiled and nodded at David. He told him:

Okay David, you can go ahead.

David stared back, not knowing if they were serious or still playing. He took a deep breath and then cleared his throat. He was standing some distance away from his laptop computer with a remote control in his right hand. David finally started his presentation:

The economy has taken a serious blow in the past forty years. The market globalization, the overpopulation and the computerization have taken over the American economy. As a result, the country has fallen into a deflation again and a more serious one than the one of 2008, twenty-seven years ago. This is a deflation which is borderline with a depression, like the one of 1929.

As he was speaking, David showed them some stats of the current economy. He then showed them pictures of people who were on the street after having lost their jobs. The three men looked at those pictures on the screen and seemed to be somewhat disgusted by what they saw: people naked, people doing heroin on the street and so on. They looked at each other and seemed to nod, agreeing that this was gross. One of them said:

It’s not as gross as him grabbing his dick.

So you saw him grabbing his dick? asked the first one.

The one who grabbed his dick stood up and told them:

Okay guys that’s enough. We’re here for David’s presentation. We’re not here to talk about bullshit. That’s disrespectful to him.

Disrespectful? Isn’t the real disrespect coming from the fact that you did grab your dick?

Have you seen it?

No, but him, he has.

Have you?

I’m not sure.

You see, you guys don’t even know what you’re talking about. You’re just talking about fluff, said the one who grabbed his dick. He went on by asking: David, have you seen me grab my dick?

Yes I have, but that doesn’t really matter now. How about I go on with my presentation, David said in a firm tone.

He did see you grab your dick. That makes you a dick grabber, said one of the other two.

Is that as gross as the pictures we just saw? the dick grabber asked.

You tell me,

Guys, come on man. Can we please go on?

The dick grabber started getting excited, stood up and asked again:

Is it as gross?

The other two didn’t want to answer. He asked them again if it was as gross, but they kept quiet still, looking in other directions. He went on and told them:

We’re going to find out if it is as gross.

He left their table and joined David up front. He started grabbing his dick and said:

Here you go gentlemen: I am grabbing my dick! That makes me a dick grabber.

He grabbed his dick while standing next to David and in full view of the other two. David couldn’t believe the level of bullshit of those three who got paid huge salaries to do jack shit.

Now, does that compare to the pictures we just saw? he asked.

No one answered. He turned to David:

David, does that compare?

David was starting to look aggravated by the situation. He didn’t want to answer because he wasn’t sure of where the dick grabber was heading with this. Of course, there was no way that he would start grabbing David’s dick without an immediate punch in the face coming from him. He chose to remain silent because he was not sure what to say and didn’t want to blow his chances. Though, at this point, he couldn’t believe what was going on in here. Those three fuckers were from the US department of commerce and all they did instead of listening and evaluating the presentation was talking about bullshit. David stared at him for a moment before telling him and them:

Guys, look: I’m not here to discuss things like that. I’m here to do a presentation about some very crucial economic and domestic security matters. I’m not here to discuss anything related to grabbing dicks and is it gross or is it grosser than the pictures that we have just seen.

The dick grabber who was standing right next to him nodded at him. The other two remained silent. They looked in other directions, acting like they were embarrassed and like they didn’t know what to do. David told the dick grabber who was standing next to him:

Sir, please have a seat. I’m going to resume the presentation.

The dick grabber who stood next to him nodded at that and went back to sit down. David resumed his presentation:

As I was saying, market globalization, overpopulation and computerization have killed the job market for the past forty years now and it’s going from bad to worse. What we need to do is to put a stop to it. Now, the question remains: how are we, as a nation, as a people, as a society, going to stop this?

David showed them the pictures on the screen of this brand new technology that he was ready to uncover just about now.

"We obviously can’t do without computers. Even at this very moment, I am doing this presentation using a computer. Everything has become easy. Everything has become data entry. People who do administrative work have become very expendable. More crucial than the computerization are the market globalization and the overpopulation.

To get rid of market globalization, we first need to get rid of paper money. We need to use strictly electronic money.

The three men were starting to show signs of serious interest in the presentation. Nobody talked anymore about grabbing dicks and asking if anybody saw it or still if grabbing the dick was as gross as pictures of poverty. The dick grabber asked David:

Yeah, how are we going to get there?

Good question! As a hardware engineer, I’ve been working on a solo project.

Meaning that the company where you worked at had nothing to do with it? asked the dick grabber.

That’s right! I’ve been working on a chip that would be inserted inside the left wrist of every single person living in the United States.

The eyes of the three men suddenly became enlarged. David went on:

Everything and I mean ev-vry-thing is going to be on that chip. Like this, people are only going to be able to buy or sell using The Chip. We get rid of the paper money so the expression ‘working under the table’ is going to become irrelevant.

The three were gazing at him without saying a word, having their full attention fixed on him. The dick grabber thought ‘working under my arsehole’ but didn’t utter a word. One of them asked:

How is this technology going to take care of the market globalization business?

Companies will no longer be able to produce outside and sell domestically.

How? Are you saying that a company, which is a moral entity, is going to have a chip as well?

Moral entities cannot be carrying a chip. The Chip is strictly reserved for physical persons.

So how are you planning to do this then?

Well, moral entities are merely anything without people. Companies are run by people. So companies are people, said David.

I hear you, but that doesn’t tell us how you can control the market globalization, one of them asked.

Since everybody is going to have a chip, people are going to be controlled through the customs when they travel and also through income tax.

I see, replied one of them. The dick grabber motioned like he was grabbing his dick again. One of the other two told him:

Excuse me??!

What did I do?

I just saw you. You grabbed your dick again.

So you admit that you saw me both times: the first time and also just now.

Gentlemen please, said the third one.

I was fixing my pants.

They both stared at him like they didn’t believe him.

I was. I’m telling you.

Okay gentlemen, we’re in the middle of a very interesting presentation, would you mind?

Don’t ask me if I mind because I am not the one who keeps grabbing my dick. He is.

Dude, I’m going to get you a towel so you can come clean my ass! replied the dick grabber.

Gentlemen, come on man. Come on… This is not ‘Who is the next American son of a bitch’.

They both stared back at him before he told David to proceed with the presentation. He asked:

What about goods produced outside? How do you differentiate pure outsourcing from import?

If a company from Germany builds cars in Germany and we buy those cars here, that’s fine but if an American company builds cars over in India because it’s cheaper for them and then they sell those cars here in the States for the same price, this is where we have a problem.

What do you plan on doing regarding this?

Concerning goods produced by an American company in other countries we block the access at the border. That’s easy. The difficulty and this is where we need The Chip, is when an American company pretends to be a foreign company. For instance, an American businessman can go to India or China and just open a company there, right? In a case like this, the US has no control over that.

That American still has to file his US taxes unless he gives up US citizenship, said the dick grabber.

That’s true, but the company being a moral entity, he files the corporate tax in the country of residence and then transfers the money to his bank account. There is, as we speak, nothing that the US can do about that.

What about the e-commerce?

Same situation: a lot of e-commerce escapes income tax. Anyway, those are just examples of the problems that we currently have to deal with, unless we come up with The Chip. First, the paper money is going to be gone. Then, every single transaction of anything you can think of is going to go through The Chip. So, this means no more globalization.

They can still produce locally and sell outside though.

Of course! We’re only going to close the country to outsourcing. Everything else will remain opened.

How are we going to enforce that? One of them asked.

Through customs, David replied.

All three men nodded. The dick grabber once more smiled at David who, this time, smiled back. It was a confident smile, not feeling anymore that the dick grabber’s smile was not genuine.

But you can still go work overseas as a journalist, for instance? One of them asked.

Of course! If you work for an American TV channel, you can go wherever you want because the company is in the States and you get paid in the States. I’m only talking about the production of goods and also, I should mention, the services. If you are a physician and work for a hospital in another country that’s fine, but if you open your own practice then it’s not. To have your own private practice, you have to be in the States. Globalization is like a fake import. It uses the same principle but with in-house companies running off shore just because they want to make more money. This is what we have to put an end to.

David, this is very, very interesting. What do you think gentlemen?

The two others nodded in agreement with the first one.

So you’re saying that it won’t be possible anymore, right?

Exactly! Everything is going to be not only recorded, but simply processed and analyzed through the chips, which are going to be connected with, obviously, a wireless system linked to a central server at the US government. Nothing is going to escape The Chip system, nothing.

So let me get this straight, said the dick grabber: No more outsourcing. How is this going to improve the American economy?

Well, the jobs are going to be back and more people are going to be working, a lot more people. As of now, even when the government says that the job creation is on the rise, this is way down compared to the pre-globalization era.

I see. What about employment within the US. We have talked about outsourcing but we haven’t talked about the domestic employment side.

Same thing: companies are going to be forced to hire and cut down on profits which only benefit the stock holders. A lot of companies function with less employees and each employee has to do the work of two just because they don’t want to pay people in an effort to make more money. That is not right. Doing this, we injure ourselves. The less there are people working and making a salary, the less people can buy goods and services which eventually leads the economy to freeze.

I see, said one of them.

Everything is going to work for the good of the United States. Not through communism, but through a higher socialistic form of control. The goal is to put people to work and re-establish the economy. Which economy can’t be up and running when you only have half the population who works.

David, this is so true! Gentlemen, what do you think?

It seems pretty good. How are we going to convince the people to have The Chip implanted? the dick grabber asked.

They won’t have the choice. They’re going to need The Chip to buy goods and services, like gas at the pump or food at the supermarket. Even all banking transactions are going to be done with and through The Chip.

How are we going to implant the chips on people?

Good question! People are going to get it implanted in special governmental facilities through a quick surgical procedure which only requires a local anesthesia. Once The Chip is implanted, you cannot take it off unless you do it through surgery but, since people are going to need it for commerce, it is in their best interest to keep The Chip.

All three men nodded to David, turned to each other and kept nodding in approval. The dick grabber smiled at David who asked him:

Sir, is there something behind that smile?

Immediately, one of the other two told the dick grabber:

I had told you to not keep smiling like this all the time. People are going to think that you’re mocking them.

I’m not doing anything, I’m just smiling, replied the dick grabber.

Well yeah, but we’re not in your head, right? How can we know what you’re thinking?

What about the costs of producing such a chip?

It is actually pretty cheap. I have the master with me and the server is already up and running.

Where?

At home.

So you could technically run this from your home?

"Yes. But unless everybody has it, then there