Thoughts
Mikayla, mother of three, walked down the street and found a microchip. She brought it home and placed it in a drawer.
She felt the urge to bring the microchip with her when she sang a melodious song to her child, Randy. She then read the Velveteen Rabbit to them and held the chip behind the book.
Once she set the book down and opened her hand, the chip jumped out of her hand and onto Randy’s forehead. He was asleep. His body trembled as electricity surged through him.
The chip projected his past thoughts typed. She tried to rip it off, but it was stuck on his forehead.
I love my mommy. I’m so tired. I need rest. I don’t wanna go to school tomorrow. He had thought.
She got closer to the small projected image and touched the wall it projected on.
A green light flashed on the chip, and there was a ding.
She touched it again, but tapped a bad thought. A green light flickered, and there was a shock to the system.
She turned off the lamp and left the door ajar to let the hall light into the room.
The next morning, “How did you sleep, honey?”
“Pretty good, but I had a strange dream that I was struck by lightning,” Randy replied.
“Weird.” I wonder if he noticed the chip. She thought.
He got ready for school and walked out the door.
“Bye, honey!”
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“Bye, mom.” A small electrical current flowed from the chip to his forehead.
He returned later at 3 pm. “Mom, I hate you.”
“What?”
“I said, ‘How are you?’”
“Oh–I’m good.”
It started to pour, and he left his lunchbox outside, so he rushed to get it, and lightning struck him.
He hovered in the air, and electrical currents emitted from his hands.
“Randy, get down!”
“I am no longer Randy, I am Randor, electrokinetic and thought-altering genius.”
He struck his mom, and she hovered in the air along with him. “I hate you. I love you. I nee–nnn-need the power!”
The clouds cleared, and Randy and his mom fell to the ground.
The chip short-circuited and sent out a shockwave to gently lower them to the ground. The chip broke into pieces and fell off his forehead.
She rushed to hug her son and cried tears of joy. “Randy, my boy. You’re okay!”
He opened his eyes. “Mom?! What happened?”
“I’ll tell you later.”
He walked inside and gave his mom an evil grin and a side-eye.
