Test group Alpha were renowned in history for the implant recalls.
When it hit the newspapers and billboards everybody wanted one. Who wouldn't?
One quick surgical procedure, or as they called it "upgrade" and you were a whole new you.
You’d think people would think it strange, but the problem with the social norm is that the norm established, no matter how bizarre, is the norm.
James hated the idea. He wouldn’t actively go out to marches or anything, he found crowds to be scary, claustrophobic things. But he did sign an awful lot of online petitions.
Government legislation was having to be updated yet again because of those synapse quickening shots recently released onto the market. They didn’t show on their sleek, executive website the pictures of where it had gone wrong though did they? Of course not, happy faces “improved lives” Fucking playing with god is what it is, not there is one though. The elder corporation are the ones behind it, gave themselves that name so people feel safer around them, feel they have always been around. Truth is they shot up overnight. Not that anyone noticed of course.
James was about seventeen miles northeast of the nearest elder clinic, and he fucking liked it. It seemed rare to live so far away from one nowadays.
The fat man, it would appear, must be some relation to the girl. The girl who had earlier that day got him shot at, bitten, bruised, and fucked him, leaving him in the woods without a name.
All to sneak a peek at what the fuck was really going on.