[ 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 .

Because all I saw and heard was nothing, I thought I had failed yet again. That meant going back to the first equation, to the labeled diagrams and to check if the circuitry did not have any unattached ends. It meant trying again and I was tired of trying again. Resignedly my hand moved for the power button but then something appeared on the screen, the smallest of lights. 
 
 The light grew, slowly and with tranquility. The eventual image was very blurry. No sound came from the headphones. I pressed in the audio jack but it could not go in any further. Figures, human I could tell, moved behind the veil. Excitement, I was excited. Was this a person with poor eyesight or was there something missing from the device? 
 
 After some time, my hand moved again to the switch. I would find out the problem tomorrow, I was much too tired at the moment. But, by thunder, the blurred image sort of melted away and there was much crackling and then another image appeared, clear as day. Only about two feet above the pink sand, I was hurtling towards a sea-foam green ocean. I passed smoothed rocks and broken shells and I imagined a wind blowing in my ears. The ocean was near now, a stone's throw away, but I lifted off the ground as if flying suddenly. And then there was the disapproving face of a woman, and, still carrying me, she scolded me although I could not hear the harsh words. As we were turning to go back, the morning sun thawed away and the crackling came back and then it was midday, and I was alone in a leaf-strewn playground, oscillating on a swing. 
 
 Three girls around age 12 soon came into view, their faces contorted with menace. One of them had a bucket of water and I was just gathering my skirts to get away when the water splashed and temporarily blinded me. The girls rushed off, I watched them when the water trickled out of my eyes and I could hear their witchly cackles even though I could really not. I looked at my small hands, shivering and shivering. 
 
 The screen shook and fizzed and then I could see a lovely chandelier and a ceiling with obese cupids giving each other chase. A young man was on top of me. His tightly curly hair was messed up. I saw, next to us, an abandoned wedding dress and the hand that touched his face, my hand, had a ring on it. The man's skin was as dark as night and it shone in the early afternoon light with sweat. He had on a curious expression, both grateful and concerned. 
 
 And then I was pacing in a hospital corridor, occasionally looking out the window, perhaps for hope and comfort, to a lake with gliding ducks. They were beautiful. They flew up to the late afternoon sky and landed back in the water without disturbing it. Back and forth, duck and duck. The door to my right burst open, and the nurse beckoned with excitement, gloves drenched with blood. I could make out what she said silently: it's a girl. 
 
 When the screen came to focus once more, the first thing I noticed was the orange light of sunset, caressing the elbow of a small child in his mother's arms. The image was n't as clear as the others but I could see all the faces of those who gathered around me still. An old woman was closest to me, her face passionate with grief. She held my hand and I hers. And then the darkness descended, slowly, quietly, and was complete. 
 
 My hand pressed the power button and I remained in a slumped position for a while. 
 
 
 
 
 Hmm, im thinking of making this a novel lol
