This one was almost right.
It’s the year 2032. You are sixteen years old, and your parents won’t let you get the new digital implants. You decide to buy one off the dark market and have your buddy Harold put it in. Things don’t go as planned.
You are sixteen years old, not You are sixteen-years-old (or any other hyphenated variant). No comma added before and have your buddy Harold put it in, nor a comma setting Harold off from the rest of the sentence. The year is written as a numeral: 2032, not Twenty Thirty-Two. (You could do it the latter way, but it’s clunky and awkward and would make you sound like an ironic neo-Victorian who only writes sci-fi ironically whilst drinking your ironic froo-froo coffee drink through your ironic facial hair. And probably hangs out with someone who wears a colonial-era frock coat ironically whilst selling artisanal marmalades. Don’t be that author.)