Four women lounged in a sauna, wrapped in towels, soaking in the warm, steamy calm. Two were young, one middle-aged, and the fourth—a lively senior—radiated a playful sharpness that suggested she always had a trick up her sleeve.

Suddenly, a faint beep echoed through the room. One young woman lifted her arm and tapped her forearm. Instantly, the noise stopped.

The others stared, intrigued.

“Oh, that?” she said casually. “It’s my pager. Microchip under the skin.”

Before curiosity could settle, a soft ringtone chimed. The second young woman raised her hand to her ear, whispered a brief conversation, and smiled.

“That’s my phone,” she explained. “It’s embedded in my hand.”

The middle-aged woman shifted, slightly envious, scanning herself for hidden tech.

But the senior, ever unpredictable, rose and exited the sauna. A moment later, she returned—confident, composed… and trailing a strip of toilet paper. The room fell silent. Then, with perfect timing and a mischievous grin, she quipped,

“Well, would you look at that… I’m receiving a fax!”