it didnt suprise Oliver Moriarity that Dome had tagged his son Peter.Oliver happened to be a software developer at Honeywel and was all too familiar with intra cerebral testing sweeps done in and around Hollywood and North Hollywood for "mules"It was just like Pete to be taken for a "non person" drifter.It sometimes seemed as if Pete went out of his way to look and assume the posture of street trash when in fact he lived in one of the better neighborhoods of Encino.So when Pete who had previously had a problem with drugs came home clasping his hands over his ears it talking of hearing voices it was all Oliver could do to refrain from saying,"I told you so"
Pete informed him that "all he had done" was smoke some crack that previous evening in a hotel with an older couple who "spoke weird"
Oliver asked him what speaking "weird" meant
"i can't explain it,"said a panicked Pete moving in frenzied circles around the living room .,"it was as if they were playing with me,suggesting things I don't know ,I don't know!It's not as if it's coming from my ears.it's fro somewhere inside"
"inside what?" Oliver asked,already coming to conclusions aside from the "all we had done was smoke crack"."do you think you can get through the night Pete?"Oliver asked .

the next morning Oliver asked some of the "security officers" "did we do a sweep and seed in North Hollywood last night?next asking if he could borrow a sensing wand to see if an RFD chip in his cat was still viable after a skin infection.At home that evening he did off rake of Pete's hairline and other places lice- like hot tips might settle in,not surprisingly the "chip" wand calibrated like a christmas tree.Mostly around Petes pate and mid skull.
The  illegality of human testing in his chosen field required some diplomacy.What some might consider abhorrent Oliver considered standard practice ,certainly nothing to make the fuss his wayward son was making about "a few little bugs"probably for some schematic integrated design department at one of the universities.Oliver took Pete ,still with hands over his ears ,which Oliver found odd as this type of spacing of nano was more indicative of voice to skull loops than traditional
comb embeds.Hmmm,he'd have to ask Pete about the pulse rhythms ,When Pete's hysterics passed.
Oliver placed a call to a private physician who was familiar with delicate matters.
It was all Oliver could do to not slap his half sobbing half screaming son during the long trip to Banning.
"see what happens when you lay down with fleas?Oliver said,"one sometimes gets bugs"
in less than twenty minutes the filaments were removed and "the voices' stopped.The removed micro placed neatly in a small plasticine bag
the next morning a smiling  Pete told his father he had called a lawyer to "find , destroy and restitute"
himself ."i may never have to work again"
Oliver reminded Pete he hadnt worked a day in his life and focused on the  paper.
"
Oliver imagined the dollar signs Pete saw in "this case"or the press,as if he would want to "get famous" being tagged like some street bum.
" I want those bugs.or whatever you call them"
"what bugs?"Oliver asked
"the bugs we drove all the way to banning to get taken out of me"
".It's not something one pursues.It's something one forgets.Besides .There's a very good chance that the entire situation was drug induced."
"you scanned me with a wand Dad...well,with or without I will get to the bottom of this,Or my lawyer will."
Oliver stood up and cracked the now folded paper on the kitchen table.
"Leave my house.Pack your bags.And go.Now.I will not have a crazy person in my house.I will not have a crazy person talking about bugs and chips in my house.