Word: reader
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...wand's not magic. It's just a plastic doodad smaller than a lipstick, embedded with a tiny electronic chip that is scanned by a reader in the vending machine. The reader taps Mason's credit account over the Internet and works much like a credit card--something most vending machines won't accept, along with crumpled dollar bills. Mason's wand from FreedomPay, based in Wayne, Pa., lets him eat not just from the machines at work but also at any of Boise's 31 McDonald's restaurants. Says Mason: "Now I don't starve...
...commerce chips, when scanned by a reader, transmit a unique code, your ID, which zips down the Internet to an account sitting in a computer at a transaction-processing company. No credit-card information is transmitted between the reader and the tag, so that information cannot be hijacked. 2Scoot bills your credit card of choice, while FreedomPay uses a debit system that deducts money from an "electronic purse" set up in advance using either cash or a credit card...
...with the register. "People can't sift through the trash and find your credit-card number," points out Joe Ely, technical officer for 2Scoot. "And they can't ring up $7 on the register, put $27 on the credit-card machine and pocket the $20." Installation of an RFID reader costs about $300--about half the cost of a reader for credit cards. And customers get the wands or tags free...
...star in various positions for his own erotic purposes. And in Manganese Dioxide Dreams the narrator pleasurably views his own stool specimens as if they were the ink blots of a Rorschach test. Yet no matter how far out Tanizaki goes, his narrative powers rarely diminish, always drawing the reader along with felicitous phrases or pithy descriptions such as: "The slum spread over the district like an overturned trash...
...trip to a Greek island with her "girlfriend," the sapphic Sumire disappears "just like smoke." And what has started out as a boy-loves-girl-loves-girl love story winds up as nothing but a shaggy ghost tale. No explanation is given for Sumire's disappearance, unless the reader accepts musings such as "this side is actually the other side" and that "on the flip side of everything we think we absolutely have pegged lurks an equal amount of the unknown. Understanding is but the sum of our misunderstanding." Such pretentious meditations become even more irksome because of the cloying...