Chan Plante Eye Novels & Stories

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

I pulled it out and read it. Rean, mum and dad are going grocery shopping, if we're late than the key is under the pot plant, the food is on the table. Heat it up. Mum and dad. Well, that explains a lot. I placed the note back where it belonged and sighed in boredom. You know what? I'll just stroll around the garden. I strolled through the pathways, admiring those beautiful species of roses and inhaled the summer times fresh air. I strolled and strolled until my eyes landed on that tree, in our field.

I responded with a shake of my head and a look that said ‘I also don't know what eagle eye is. “Eagle Eye is a contact lens that you can wear, which can transmit vivid images of your surroundings. Which means, whatever you're seeing, we're seeing it too” “Wow”, Phoebe and I exclaimed, nodding our heads. “And that chip that transmits my location, how do you insert that? Do I have to swallow—Ouch” I felt a sting on the upper part of my hand where Jeff had pressed down something like a stamp. “The chip has been implanted, and here is the contact lens.” Klaus handed me a small plastic container, a ghost of a smile hovering on his lips. I collected the container and opened it to see a transparent