‘Free your hands!’—the holo-advertisement projected everywhere April went. So she entered a booth to finally plugin, like her friends and family.

“I’ve come to ‘Free my hands!’ said April.

“A good decision, April, ‘The Chip’ neural implant will indeed free your hands from requiring you to hold a device.”

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“That’s a relief! I can’t get any job, because they all require two hands. While I think, calculate, and create, they want my hands to do mundane tasks automatically. And they promise cybernetic replacements when they wear out.”

“You’ve come to the right place, April! Which provider do you prefer?”