In a couple of my novels, I have touched on implants. As I write this, GPS tracking devices are in our cars, in our phones and in our laptops. In 1994, a friend of mine wrote a very intelligent book called Microchipped: How the Education Establishment Took Us Beyond Big Brother. In it she told of the plot to install tracking chips in children. Today, a short decade later, the "School Locator Program" is installing chips in children to locate, track, monitor and spy on them, beginning with Texas schools. It's a trial balloon to gauge the level of public resistance in the wake of shootings in Colorado and Connecticut. Implanted locator chips are being commercially sold for pets and grandparents, to keep them from wandering off. Rich folk are being sold them for their children to protect against kidnapping. The government is putting such chips in combat soldiers for easy identification of bodies. It's a short jump to making them mandatory for every man, woman and child on the planet. If you don't understand how that would be bad, my explanation will not make any sense to you either.
In my present state, at 68, with the doctors hovering to pick over my bones, I still have the potential to cry out against these things. As a child, I would be at their mercy. Therefore, it is not the wrath of a vengeful god that I fear, nor the promise of a heaven or hell choice, but the prospect of birth and all that follows that frightens me. With that in my future, I'm going to hang on as long as possible.
Besides, Star Wars VII is coming out in March of 2015 and I don't want to miss it.