2379 In an attempt to control humanity, world domination implants each person with a chip to track the actions in the mega-network.

Ion was lounging in a hot tub overlooking the slum when the doorbell rang insistently. Barely wrapping himself in a towel, he stopped and listened to the sounds outside the door.

"Another client? Is everyone tired of being chiped puppets?" he thought, and after a minute he asked hoarsely.

"Who?"