A microchip won’t stop blinking—faint light pulses from a tiny triangular lens.
Last night I bashed a hammer against my radio’s head until I couldn’t breathe. But that damn microchip never stopped blinking. You should turn off your radio, too. Permanently.
A few dying words spewed from my radio’s broken mouth. I don’t know…the broadcast announced another mass exodus. Some people are infected with a different kind of fever. A free prick in the arm can’t inoculate an individual from isolation, boredom or paranoia.
Can you keep a secret? I snuck outside and recorded something that can’t be described in science textbooks. Take a look for yourself, while the video still works.