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The Sense Remote. Some settings are better left alone. (Image created by the author with AI assistance.)
I woke up today.
My interterrestrial delivery had arrived.
Sense Remote.
Five big buttons. Five advanced ones.
A remote control. Simple.
I unpacked it and tested Button 1.
Sight
Click.
Darkness.
Click.
Vision.
Scary. Cool.
I liked this one better than the older model. No uncomfortable chip planted in the armpit.
Time to meditate.
I pressed all five sense buttons one by one. Sight last, touch second to last.
For obvious reasons.
It lasted twelve seconds.
I was already bored.
Five minutes later, I started cooking. No remote required.
The advanced panel was more interesting. It did not control senses. It messed with the mind itself — emotion, concentration, thought, and a couple of things I decided not to touch yet.
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