Four women were relaxing in a sauna, each wrapped modestly in a towel.
Two were younger, one was middle-aged, and the last was a feisty senior citizen.

Suddenly, a soft beeping sound filled the air. One of the younger women tapped her forearm, silencing it. The others looked at her, intrigued.

“Oh,” she explained, “that’s my pager. I had a microchip implanted under my skin.”

Not long after, a melodic ringtone played. The second young woman casually raised her hand to her ear and started talking. When she finished, she smiled at their curious expressions.

“That was my phone,” she said. “It’s integrated into a microchip in my hand.”

The middle-aged woman chuckled nervously, glancing at her towel as if it could magically grant her a high-tech upgrade. But before she could speak, the senior citizen got up and left the sauna.

Moments later, she returned confidently, with a piece of toilet paper trailing conspicuously from her behind. The other three stared in stunned silence, eyebrows raised in confusion.

Without missing a beat, the older woman smirked and said, “Well, would you look at that… I’m receiving a fax!”