Luke held
up his glasses, grinning. Wires dribbled off the sides like spaghetti
as he whispered,
“We're
privatizing free thought.”
His sister
sat back and crossed her arms, smirking. “Isn't free thought
already privatized? It's kind of, you know, in your head. Private.”
“No.
Free thought means you can extend your thoughts beyond yourself and
let them soar through the ether of--”
“Get to
the point,” said Lisa.
“It
means you can communicate. A child with a stutter might have great
thoughts, but with the public's limits on communication, he can't set
them free.”
“So...”
“This
lets you tap into the other thinker's mind and see what they see.”
Lisa stood
up and took the glasses from Luke. “Oh crap, not like your mind
printer.”
“I
swear, this time it works! Mute people, people who are just bad at
talking, dreamers—their thoughts will all be set free!”
“Okay,
lemme see then.” Lisa snatched the glasses and slipped them onto
her face. She stumbled as the lights
swirled around her and orbs like planets came into view. “Man, your
brain makes me whoozy,” she muttered.
Luke
flailed at her, trying to get them back. “You weren't supposed to
put them on! I'm sorry, I didn't have my thoughts ready for you--”
“No,”
Lisa grinned. “It's okay. It's totally okay. I like them.
I like your free thoughts.”
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