Injectable Passwords


Passwords—we all need them. We’re advised to give each account a separate, complex password and then memorize all of them. Yeah right. I was actually doing fairly well until my personal data was hacked. Twice. I had to change a dozen passwords. Twice.  Last month I changed my email password three times because of fraudulent activity.







But I won’t have to memorize passwords much longer. Pretty soon I’ll be able to eat them. No kidding. Fingerprint and eye scans are now old-fashioned, and technology is going straight to injectable, embeddable, and ingestible devises for foolproof personal identification.

At a recent tech conference, PayPal’s head technology developer, Jonathan Leblanc enthusiastically explained the advancements in human identification. The next wave of ID for online interactions will be a “true integration with the human body.”


Why bother with antiquated methods like fingerprints, when you can ingest a device that can recognize your distinct heartbeat?

It gets better: some of the devices include brain implants with attachable computers so users are in charge of their own security. Sounds good, right?

For the most accurate identity verification, thin silicon chips embedded in the skin are ideal. Besides knowing exactly who and where you are, it can monitor your heart rate. And with those nifty ingestible capsules, doctors can monitor your glucose. Hey, no cheating on that diet.




However, Mr. Leblanc lamented that “cultural norms” needed to catch up before injectable IDs catch on. With all the massive data breaches, ID theft, billions lost in credit card fraud, and national security issues, waiting for cultural norms to catch up may not be necessary. Our government may decide that eating our passwords and injecting IDs will be required.  Hmmmm.


Revelation 13:16-17
He causes all, both small and great, rich and poor, free and slave, to receive a mark on their right hand or on their foreheads, and that no one may buy or sell except one who has the mark or the name of the beast, or the number of his name.

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