"No way. Those things’ll frag you up for good. Not even the beetles, just the soft-core drek. My cousin was a sim-chipper, and all he did was spend the whole day sitting around slotting chips and living in a fraggin’ fantasy world. Couldn’t hold down a job or nothin’. Finally cooked his brain slotting something he shouldn’t of. Cheap Hong Kong trash. You wanna get trashed, I say do it the old fashioned way—with a bottle or something. These brain-burners frag you up but good."