[ 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 .

Ever seen one million people look at you like you were the Sun, the Star, the new King? That they would give their lives for you if you asked them? That all their hopes for their future and their children's future rested inside you? 
 
 The ranks stretched in front of me for miles, all their faces with joy and laughter. Young and happy. I did n't want to think where all of them would be 10 years from now. 
 
 The soldiers were marching and even though I could n't here them, I could nod to their rhythm. They all turned towards me ( him ), acknowledged me ( him ). It felt... powerful. I ( he ) turned around and looked at the others on the pedestal, their faces benign but when they made eye contact with me, they would break out into giant smiles. I had made their day just by looking at them. 
 
 It was my turn to go to the pedestal. I was beckoned and the crowd went wild. I know the simulation ca n't figure out sound waves, but I heard them. I heard them, I am sure of it. You ca n't have a million men and women shake everything out of them, their throats going red, forgetting who they were, just becoming a large throbbing mass of humanity and not break a few rules. 
 
 The lack of sound had turned out to my advantage because I really did n't want to hear what I had to say. They were hateful, spiteful words, I had told myself. 
 
 All I wanted was to see the crowds. See this worlds before it crumbled and was lost forever. That's what I told myself. 
 
 I raised my hand and the crowd's went silent. A million people close their mouth and freeze because I raised my hand. I started talking, and this time I head it all, heard every spiteful-spit-throwing word, red hot rage behind them, I felt myself inside the words. I heard the words because they were said in my voice. 
 
 I was never going back. 
 
 - *pages found in the Private Diary of Adolf Hitler, dated Sep.5, 1934: The Nuremberg Rally* 

