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Eye-Dentity Crisis

Updated on October 3, 2015

Chapter One

It was clearly a breakthrough in modern technology. One could only hope that it was all for the good of humanity, unlike most innovations lately. This one was going to be unique. Not only did it benefit the visually impaired, but also the public at-large. Or so we hoped.

The EFF initiative, a private, well funded program was designed to prevent crime. Perhaps the only way to deter a criminal from committing crimes was to guarantee their immediate capture. And that is precisely what the Eye For Freedom initiative was for.

The problem with the entire program was the public weren't kept in the loop. It was as if everything had to be a secret. Had there been more communication and accountability, maybe things wouldn't have gone south. But, it was amazing during the short time it lasted. Amazing, indeed.

The first pair were given to a homeless man who lived in a pretty nice town. He had lived on the streets for many years, and was well-liked by most. His only issue in life was his mind. He just couldn't put things together in his brain long enough to stay what most would consider "consistent". He was a low-key guy who liked to talk to people. An athlete in his youth, he didn't really desire much, except for the confusion to stop.

When the man in the suit walked up and made the offer, there was no question in his confused mind whether or not to accept. He was in. Despite all his skepticism about the government, he'd always really wanted to assist them. To feel a part of something. Now here was the chance. They didn't really need to threaten him, even though they did.

The surgery lasted four hours and was fully funded. This was the first time this procedure was performed on someone with twenty-twenty vision. During the procedure, the patients' eyes were replaced with . The range of sight was determined by the "squint technique". The harder you squint, the farther you zoom.

The thought behind using a homeless man was really pretty simple. show and record from the point-of-view of a person who is always on the streets. It would be like having a security guard without hiring one. It also gave researchers a chance to see how a homeless person lives, and how to improve their conditions.

He was under surveillance by the EFF for three months. They were able to arrest twenty-seven criminals in that time based on the cameras in the eyes of the homeless man. They used him in two undercover operations that led to fourteen of the arrests. The trial was a success. The plans to move forward with full-scale deployment were finalized. And really, that's where things got EFF'ed up. Pun definitely intended.

At first it was implanted in newly-released pedophiles. They were also implanted with an electro-shock device inside of their testicles, anus, and throat. The intensity could be changed based on the need. So basically when a pedophile stares at anyone under the age of eighteen for longer than ten seconds, the alarm is triggered and The Therapy kicks in. The employees working pedophile duty loved their jobs. They looked forward to a pedophile slipping up.

After a year of a successful trial with the pedophiles, the entire population of released prisoners with violent crimes were equipped with the EFF device. Some on the early-release program were denied their release, since they rejected the implant.

By the time the EFF reached its peak, half of the world was watching the other half of the world live. The crime rate was miniscule. Old prisons were turned into housing for the Watchers, as they had also been given an official job title. Voyeur was more like it, but the public wouldn't appreciate that name. Their was still domestic violence, but with the threat of The Therapy, it didn't escalate that much. Some people swing that way anyway, so they had to be careful before they hit The Therapy button. There were a couple of lawsuits early on. They learned.

Chapter Two

As a man, Conrad had a lot to lose. He was a stable character, no bigger than average height. He had a few kids, nothing too special. A normal civilian life, in this normal place called earth. He was aware of the new law that required all citizens to get "Eff''ed up" as the commercials shouted. They were actually promoting this like crazy! But Conrad felt a little uneasy about giving up his POV to someone else. Allowing someone else to sit in a couch and live off of him. And what if? Just what if a situation comes up that causes a split-second decision that doesn't allow for the proper amount of time to make the right one and damnit, now I'm going to hell! Infringing on rights was one thing, but taking away a freedom of privately looking at something was something else.

The slogan "Get Eff''ed up, #whatdoyagottohide" was all over the place. People started thinking it made sense. But Conrad was still resistant towards the peer pressure. He knew himself, and didn't think he needed to prove that he was a good person by being monitored.


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