[He stops to process that one for a moment. Chip. Tracking...Microchip. That's something right out of a fucking dystopia nightmare. It made sense. In a twisted fucked up way. If someone wanted to treat people like animals they would probably track them the same way you'd track a pet.
The idea doesn't sit well with him, and then he finally goes past the initial idea to deal with the rest of it. And he's pretty sure that if he thinks about this on top of every fucking thing else he's going to be sick. But that doesn't stop him from asking.]
[Call]
The idea doesn't sit well with him, and then he finally goes past the initial idea to deal with the rest of it. And he's pretty sure that if he thinks about this on top of every fucking thing else he's going to be sick. But that doesn't stop him from asking.]
...Like before?