Epilogue
Seven Years Later
Tonya shifted in her seat. She watched eagerly as the young girl in front of her put on her new pair of glasses outfitted with a new version of the Lapyx Incorporated’s tech. The software that had once given Tonya the feeling of freedom was now commonplace enough to be embedded into glassware. It was cheaper, too, which meant that even young kids who would outgrow it in a matter of months could still have their vision corrected.
“Whoa,” the little girl, named Devorah, said. “This is so cool.”
“Yeah it is!” Tonya said enthusiastically. She made a few notes on Devorah’s chart. “What do you see?”
“Your voice is honey.”
“Honey in colour or texture? Something else…?”
“No,” Devorah said. “I can taste it. Your voice has a taste.”
Tonya scribbled this insight dow
