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Hard Science Fiction – Old School
Human Generated Content
CHAPTER 7
Williams' Farm
Hell's Hollow Road
North Georgia, USA
After the eye operation Jack had followed the news more closely than usual using his Tabbie. Today he read about GDP being down more than two percent in Germany as riots continued there, and now the same had spread to Brazil. Japan and South Korea had falling GDP also but were calm as the populations were more stoic. Northeast China had disappeared from the rest of the world behind a new Great Wall of censorship. Australians had voted out their government again, the third time in three months, as their GDP was falling fast. Jack shut down Tabbie and stared out his bedroom window.
The world is worse off than me.
Right after the operation, Dr. Limbaugh had told Jack how pleased he was with how the operation had gone. He remarked about the quality of Jack's nerve endings which were attached to the prosthesis, they were perhaps the best he had ever seen.
After a week of nothing but a confused blur, Jack had begun to be able to distinguish forms. By the following week when he went back to Atlanta to see Dr. Limbaugh he was seeing rather well. The following week he began trying the magnifying effect and was getting quite good at invoking the function and setting the magnification.
But now in the fourth week something else had appeared. Whenever he was talking to another person, Jack began having trouble with the prosthesis, he finally figured out what was happening. It was the voice of the person. The voice was causing a reaction that colored (literally) the interaction. Deep voices, high voices, men's voices, women's voices, all had their own slight colorful sheen. It was also related to the speaker's frame of mind.
At first, he was alarmed that the prosthesis was failing and a call to Dr. Limbaugh had him returning to Atlanta for a checkup.