Future technology became powerful enough for handheld mass destruction with the same old debate:

“I’m protecting myself against potential alien invasion.”

Stolen novel; please report.

“But what about that guy who wiped out that entire city block over hovercraft parking?”

The Chip promised salvation.

Susan and Frank had another domestic quarrel. She tossed a holoprojector at him. He, in turn, stomped into his office, slamming the door.

“Frank, let’s stop!” Susan gyrated and convulsed. “I’m getting shocked!”

“You see, Sue, I told you we never should’ve gotten The Chip!”

Enforcers pounded the front door—“Open up! We have a warrant. We’ve detected hostile thoughts.”