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No More Lies
No More Lies
No More Lies
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No More Lies

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The little machine that changed the world. A comedic science fiction story on the evolutionary impact of brain interface technologies. It begins with a hospital technician ordering the God Helmet, a set of magnets mounted on a helmet to simulate the temporal lobes, that elicits religious experiences. He alters it and achieves an unexpected results, and the interests of the CIA since it becomes the best anti-jihadist tool. Unfortunately the technician becomes the property of the government, and is forced to develop it to change the world beyond honesty.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateApr 9, 2018
ISBN9781311876911
No More Lies
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Victor Pierobon

A lifelong interest in religion, science and extensive spiritual exercises, and the study of many belief systems from age 15. Retired software Architect, CIO, developer, and other related science and technology careers mainly as a contract consultant/company servicing the Ontario Government.One international wireless peer-to-peer mesh technology patent, one single board computer design and manufacturing, some software packages, and some building architectural work.Computer College Professor for almost two years.Education: Bachelor of Science and Education Degree.Hobbies Classical Guitar, music, and art.Canadian and resident in Toronto.

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    No More Lies - Victor Pierobon

    God Helmet

    Only $275 for your God helmet? Dave raised his eyebrows over the phone.

    Shipping to your city should be about $45 dollars, air. the female on the other side replied.

    Do you take credit card?

    So there it started. Just a simple call by Dave to begin an experiment stuck on reaching the God center in his brain. He read that the helmet was really a set of a dozen or so magnets on an elastic headband. It wraps around your head connected to the USB port of a computer. The magnets suppress the right hemisphere from communicating to the left side of your brain so that the left part of the brain on the left is no longer aware of the right half. But a sense of something on the right side still remains. The left side gets a feeling that there's someone – a sense of some spooky presence. For most, it's a sense of a good God, but for some, a dark malevolent shadow.

    Dave was hoping for the former presence, as he read about it.

    Wayne, his friend, knew about his interest in ordering it, but discouraged it, typed in an email ... seems a bit artificial way to become spiritual...

    But Dave typed on his iPad, ...for just a few bucks why not try?

    Hey didn't you read that the helmet is not recommended for the mentally ill – psychos. Wayne cut and pasted the referenced quote from the website's information page.

    OK so I sometimes hear voices, but I know they're fake. Dave grinned as he typed his response. Dave turned off his iPad and placed it next to the lamp beside his bed, he turned away and fell asleep.

    Apartment

    A few weeks later Dave came up to his apartment building, entering by the front door, a beautiful blond girl in a suit was about to leave the building.

    A UPS delivery guy was just here with a package for you. You're in 6a? she looked at Dave, guessing it might be for him.

    Yes! That's my place. Did he give you the package? Dave was perplexed.

    He came by my apartment by mistake, at 7:30 am! -asking me to sign for it. The package had a God Helmet on it, and I thought it was a joke gift so I signed it. He was gone by the time I saw the name on the package. Sorry. I'm really late, can I drop it off sometimes this evening? with that quick talk, she rushed out, annoyed that she had to excuse herself to a nerdy-looking slob.

    Dave thought to himself, What luck! I finally got to meet her!

    The drop-off

    Dave was poaching some eggs and toast for dinner while sipping a beer when he heard a faint knock at the door. Whoops, he scampered to arrange his apartment as quickly as possible to make it presentable. Within a few seconds, he calmed himself down to look cool and suave and opened the door.

    Hi., he said looking at her straight into her blue eyes.

    She was holding the package under her arm, Here's your package...Dave?, reading his name on the package. Looking up, she said, Dave, my name is Debbie, I live next door.

    You saved me a trip going to their shipping depot by signing for me... thanks., Dave smiled.

    OK, so what's this 'GOD' helmet about?, she smiled.

    You really want to know? I'll tell you if you'll have a coffee with me.

    Seeing that he was harmless. She smirked at the lame pick-up line, OK just for a few minutes.

    Dave showed her to his well-worn couch by the living window. It'll take just a minute for the coffee. I have one going right now. Of course, Dave was lying. He rushed to the kitchen to get his coffee espresso machine to start humming. Rubbing his hands in glee, he returned and sat opposite her on a wing chair.

    The helmet is a device to allow some people to feel the presence of GOD, using a ring of 8 magnets, hooked up to a computer. he proudly thumbed his nose and looked for her reaction, anticipating confusion.

    OK, have you used it before? she was amused.

    No, but I've used GSR, you know that lie detector technology to measure tension and gland sweat. I also have been meditating for a long time.

    Her eye popped, Really! I take yoga and in the meeting, we have a few minutes of silence at the beginning and at the end. I don't get it, I can't get my thoughts around what meditation is all about. I try to think about some green pasture, and rolling hills to calm myself down. But thoughts about other stuff just rush in within a few seconds of silence.

    I know. There's a chatter box in our brain that's hard to shut up. It's almost impossible to avoid it, Dave was working hard to appear sympathetic, keeping his eyes off her big boobs and her never-ending legs. Dave then heard the

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