A Point in Favor of ID Chips
Case-in-point, I arrived at my stylish Faux-Pharaoh hotel in Vegas only to find that someone else with my name had been put in my -- cheaper -- room. I then spent a good 30 minutes convincing the staff that it was really my room. It was late, I was tired, my eyes felt like they were out on stalks... I didn't need this.
For just a moment it occured to me that an ID chip wouldn't be such a bad thing. Sorry, folks!
— Dan Jones, Site Editor, Unstrung