"Nah, this don't read it. It's a receiver, not a a reader. Real simple, get the beep, respond to beep. Not even complicated as GPS. But one of the IMAX computers might hack it."

Punchy holds his forearm out, though. "Wanna cut mine out and check it?" He's so enthusiastic you'd think he was talking about popping down to the 7-Eleven and grabbing an energy drink instead of slicing an embedded chip out of his arm.