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Number plates or Techno Plates?

A few decades ago, who might have imagined the importance of scanning devices used in food bazars for billing commodities. Scanners placed at exit doors of shopping malls to prevent pick-pocketing. Scanners used in liabaries to track issue transactions. Scanners-scanners everywhere. The recent of them all is the promulgation of scanner installation at entrances and exits of toll roads to obviate the need for the toll booths. Incredible?? But true.

Hitherto, service guards were employed at toll booths to control the flow of vehicles across either lane. The drivers had to stop the vehicle, pay the toll tax, and then get back to the accelerator to hush through the smooth toll roads. Automobiles will now have scanner-sensitive number plates so that the scanning devices will record the licence number of the cars entering and exiting the toll road.

After bringing the new technology into practice, the bill management would become quite simpler. It proves beneficial for the traveller as well. The bill would be sent to the owners on a timely basis. An unprecedent techno-time management scheme.

The scheme involves some initial investment. Along with reducing manpower and time, it would also play an important part in countering crime and automobile-thefts. Locating a vehicle anywhere in the country would be as easy as looking for a recipie in Google. Alarm systems and connections to police control rooms would keep a vigil on crime as well.

Therefore, the scanning number-plate system can be far more useful than making easy bill payments. And by the time it actually gets implemented, it'll refute the theory of 'Gone in 60 Seconds'.

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