Technology

It had to be there. He knew that. That it had to be there. The SiriScan(tm) told him it was there. Somewhere. While SiriScan(tm)’s AI and scanning capabilities where impressive, they were far from perfect or even precise. Still. It had to be there. Somewhere. The scan said so.

It had been hours now. The searching and scanning and prodding and digging. His right hand shook and was far from steady. His left arm, scalpel-sliced, veins and sinews like HDMIs.

He was feeling light-headed and unsure. But it had to be there. So he asked SiriScan(tm) to look again.

“Microchip still present. Location uncertain. Possibly in spleen or kidney. Abdomen area promising.”

He took a not-small sip of SteadySyrup(tm) and rubbed a not-small amount of PainBGone(pending) around his stomach. He placed the wooden spoon in his mouth, made a not-small incision, and bit down hard.

He couldn’t be sure. He would never be able to say for sure. It would’ve been the last thing he said, however unsure it might have been. But he thought, before everything went black, that he heard SiriScan(tm) laugh.