Lazy Reader Glasses Novels & Stories

It's a lightweight, stylish glasses that overlays digital data onto the real world, improving learning and productivity. They can translate text in real-time, provide step-by-step instructions for tasks, or offer interactive educational content. I had gotten the inspiration behind it years ago, as a college student. And now one idiot from nowhere wanted to ruin it. Anytime I thought about that jerk, I always felt my blood boil with anger. To make the product distinct from the fake Anthony's company produced, we were making slight changes and the plan was to release our products a few hours earlier than them.

“Yeah. We can see what happens.” We went back to studying, but every touch felt electric. Around eleven, my phone buzzed. Tessa: How’s studying? Me: Actually understanding it. Lycian’s helping. Tessa: Of course he is. He’s perfect. Annoying. Me: He has flaws. Tessa: Name one. I looked at Lycian, bent over his laptop, glasses on, completely focused. “You wear glasses?” I asked. “Only for computer work. My eyes get tired.” He pushed them up. “Why?”

Blur. The lines in front of him are completely blurry. He silently tries to read the letters on the page but it’s nearly impossible. Ryder sighs and puts on a pair of glasses. His vision is slightly clearer but he still can’t read too well. For the past few days, his vision keeps on switching between blurry and clear. Sometimes, he can see well. Sometimes, he can’t see beyond a few feet. He leans back against the leather chair and stares outside the window. It’s a clear night sky. The distant stars are almost negligible to him. He doesn’t react but simply stares into the distance, wondering how long he has.

It was a common symptom that often occurred when patients with semi-permanent blindness experienced their eyes still struggling to focus. "Oh, this one is better," Chloe said after trying on the reddish-brown framed glasses Darren had just handed her. Chloe blinked a few times to adjust her vision. Feeling satisfied, she looked around to readjust herself. Everything looked much better now. She felt there was no need to worry too much. "I'll just use this pair of glasses, Darren." The man smiled broadly. "It's a relief to find the right one. It's a natural reaction as your eyes need time to adjust. Don't engage in too many activities outside without eye protection for now."

Kyle asked her. “I can swear if I wanted to, but I’d say I prefer the contact lens to the glasses, they are much comfortable like you said.” “I prefer the glasses.” Rex said and they all stare at him. “Why?” Kyle and Cherry asked. “She looks better in them, that's one. Two, it’s her first time using contact lenses, you are sure she can be hygienic when using them? Remember they are worn over the eyes. A little bacteria can make you blind for life, and likewise, she would need them one day.” Rex advised Cherry, not in the most sensitive way. He didn’t want to admit she is cute wearing glasses.

Or at least threaten to. I quickly turned on the heated seats and watched in shock and a little bit of awe as Ang moved the mirrors and her seat so that she was closer to the pedals and maybe just because God wanted to punish me and make me feel like a judgmental jackass - she pulled out a pair of black-rimmed glasses and gave me a shy look. "I um, have night blindness a bit but these help, I only use them when I drive, I think it's more of a security thing since my vision is normally perfect."

she handed over her glasses; “so that air pressure and dust particles won’t sting your eyes more.” “Wouldn’t your vision blur?” I asked as I wore the glasses. Strangely, it didn’t seem to have graded lenses as I felt nothing weird like getting dizzy. “My vision is perfect. That’s just some sort of high-functioning glasses.” “High-functioning?” “There are four small buttons, two on each side. Notice that there are also two small holes with miniscule bulbs beside the lenses. Try it.”

But as she leaned closer, her breath fogging the glass, her mother’s voice sliced through her thoughts. *"Do you realize how awful your eyes look? You should cover them up, or else people will be afraid of you and leave you alone."* Her hands trembled as she reached for the dark brown lenses. The cool plastic pressed against her fingertips as she carefully placed the first lens. She blinked, her lashes fluttering against the discomfort, and tilted her head to inspect the transformation. The vibrant purple was gone, replaced by a muted brown that felt dull but safe. Relief flickered briefly, only to be swallowed by a heavier weight.

When he entered the office, he unshadowed and pulled off his glasses to put in the contact lenses. "Are you ready?" he asked, blinking a few times to become accustomed to the strangeness of having something in his eyes. The lenses were clear glass so they didn't affect his sight. He was certain that had they been the real lenses that some humans required that his own vision would have adapted anyway. "Is this better?" Faraday nodded though Agony wasn't sure to which question he was answering. Perhaps it was both as he motioned him towards the wall on the right where there was now a plain white sheet.

Durіng lunch, I told her аbоut hеr eye appointment with Dr. Sаm. "Yоu really соuld uѕе ѕоmе nеw glаѕѕеѕ, Blanche. I will рurсhаѕе thrее pairs fоr you. Onе оf thе 3 pairs will bе a роlаrіzеd ѕunglаѕѕ, and thе оthеr twо wіll hаvе changeable lеnѕеѕ. I wаѕ thinking something іn a mеtаl frаmеѕ. Cоnѕіdеr іt раrt оf уоur paid еуе plan. I hаvе mаdе all thе arrangements fоr you. Dr. Sam is thе еxреrt аnd will fit уоu реrfесtlу and stylishly, truѕt mе."