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Mia,’ I said formally, and left for the elevator, ascending one floor to my own office.
    I sat down at my desk to read the note, but thought the better of it – big brother.  I walked over to the massive windows, stood closely to the glass, and inconspicuously read the note.
    We are being watched. Mx
    Point taken.  So I am guessing Mia is not what she seems.  Is Mia her real name?
    I went back to my desk and my designs.  I also retrieved my research from the nerdy floor of the university library yesterday.  It was time to start melding the two – technology to human.  It was still purely science fiction – didn’t Mr B Rubin see that?  I could not see how it would work.  And if the truth be known, I did not want this piece of mind reading implant to work.  There could never be any good come out of it.  It would get into the hands of the wrong people, and used to the detriment of the human race, for the power and money hungry whom had no compassion for others, only their own self indulgences and gratifications in mind.
    Play the game.  Play it better.
    I returned to the copy of the original drawings that I had given Mr B Rubin, and studied them closely, checking and cross checking.  I poured hours upon hours into going over the design, until I was certain that I could not make any improvements on the technology anymore. Then I had to step away from it. Let it settle in my mind.
    I knew that, without conscious thought about the implant, my brain would continue working on it, and bring to consciousness any problems or improvements.  The brain was absolutely and totally fascinating in that way.
    I left the office and walked three blocks to the park.  There I would not be watched, recorded, analysed or judged. There, I could sit and be surrounded by the beauty and wonder of nature, the laughter and peacefulness of normal human beings, and soak up the warmth and brightness of the sun.
    I grabbed at hot dog on the way, then perched myself against the trunk of an ancient oak tree. At first, the sounds of nature spoke to me.  The gentle breeze zigzagging its way around and through the leaves and branches.  Then it was the chirping of the  birds, the barking of playful dogs, and the laughter of carefree children as they played.
    And then my eyes settled upon a couple.  A man and a woman, relaxing on a blanket lost in each other.  He was talking to her, his eyes connected to hers the entire time of the conversation. He kissed her, he pressed his body against hers and ran his hands over her back and along the side of her face.   Only to receive a shove from her.  Why?  What signals did he pick up from her to take the step to kiss her and touch her?  Was he sure that she wanted him to do that?  At what point did she dislike what he was doing, and how did he not pick up on that signal?
    Women.  So confusing, so hard to read.  I bet that he would love to be able to read her mind.  And what about her?  Would she like to be able to read his mind and then know what he had planned to do to her?  Would a mind reading device be such a good thing?  But, what would it take away from relationships?  What would it give to relationships?
    How would it affect friendships if you really knew what your friends or colleagues thought, how they felt?  Do you really want people in your head with your private thoughts and ideas?  There had to be a shut off point for mind reading technology.  Surely it will not be offered to the general population?  What would be the point of it?  The only way that the technology would be used is for intelligences, for spying, espionage, criminology.  Such a device like this would have to be top secret, never to be revealed to living souls.  Perhaps I should also invent a memory extracting device to erase any memory or information of the existence of mind reading technology, to spare the lives of those accidently caught up in its use.  Is this even possible?
    As the sun started to