[ WP ] You 've just invented a device that allows you to see the world through the eyes of anyone alive , wherever they currently exist . However , you are unable to hear what they hear .

The device was finished. His work was finally complete, years of effort exerted into the creation of a seemingly meaningless box. Truth be told it WAS rather meaningless, at least for the rest of the world. It only served to fulfill one singular purpose. Unable to think of a name that fully captured what it was his box did, he had taken to calling it his'Seeing-eye Cube'. It was a silly name certainly, but it worked for his purposes. The creation of his box had been inspired majorly by a man he did not know, a man he had only ever heard on the radio. This man was a scientist, his achievements renowned. Many things had he invented, the news-men on the radio hailed him as one of the greatest minds of the century. The maker of the Cube held nothing but respect for the man of science, and in fact idolized him. And so, the life-changing Cube had been made. Was it out of necessity or desire? Both perhaps; a need to create and a desire for its effects. During his childhood he had first heard the scientist on the radio, talking about the current state of the earth or some such. It was n't what the topic was so much as the man who spoke it. This child was one with little to believe in, a child with discouraging parental figures. His potential, it seemed, went entirely wasted. Until now, perhaps. 
 
 His creation sat before him, complete and ready for use. It was made for him, and him alone, with straps and sensors custom crafted for his head. He had n't made it alone by any means, that would have been a feat beyond his grasp. The idea had been his though, and he had overseen its formation. He appreciated all of his helpers, but they were absent now. Their role had been fulfilled in his mind, and he would not think of them further. He sat in his reclining chair, rocking back and forth slowly as he slipped the headset straps over his head. After it was snugly fitted, the man reached his hand over to the Cube and felt for the small switch on its bottom face. It came alive with a soft hum, a sound he knew well. The man reclined in his chair, breathing out softly in expectation. He now need only speak a name, any name would do. Of course, he had always known whose name he would speak when he finally reached this moment. Speaking faintly, he said, 
 `` Jonathan Harold Cainhurst. Scientist and Inventor, resident of New York City.'' 
 The man's Cube began to hum louder now, in response. He shut his eyelids tightly, though there was no need. A feeling unlike any other he did experience then, like that of a lucid dream. The man's perception was altered, in his mind eye he saw an image. The image began to move, and he knew his creation had worked. The face of a woman was before him. He was n't able to recognize her face, but he knew who she was. Jonathan Cainhurst was married to a Deborah, and had been for almost 70 years now. The straps on the man's head were barely felt, his senses were flooded with a sensation he had never experienced. He smiled, his blind eyes flickering under his closed eyelids. Now, he thought, I can see as he does. 
 
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