The Daily Mail (U.K.) has the story today. The chips are reportedly tiny, about the size of a grain of rice.
But oh, the places you can go without actually having to be there in person! I'll have the Swedish meatball plate with a side of bread and pickled herring, the lingonberry drink, and an afternoon coffee to go! In the process, our productivity will soar!
I'm somehow scared off by the concept as a Finnish-American whose own mother made excellent Swedish meatballs. Chips in our hands? Chips in our hands that are apparently RFID-enabled? Aren't RFID chips track-able, as in, they can track us everywhere we go?
It all makes me wonder: Will our future employer wonder why we were at IKEA buying frozen meatballs and debating Hemnes colors over the North Atlantic Saithe plate when we were supposed to be working remotely from home? Can we say we got lost in IKEA, and that's why our shopping trip took three hours?
Besides, we couldn't help but be intrigued by the Scandinavian designers' biographies, the 750-square-foot living spaces, and the anal-retentive couple arguing heatedly, and rather loudly, over lampshade styles. Is it really worth it, guys? It's a lampshade, not something game-changing like RFID-enabled chips in our hands. You're sort of embarrassing yourselves in public.
I don't know where I'm going with this post anymore; I need another cup of coffee while Sweden hands us the future of the workplace on a stylish IKEA Adelsten. Implantable chips in our hands? Could we just have a package of crunchy Knackebrod Rag and Kli and call it good?
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