Admit it. We’ve all done it. Written replies, letters, and emails in our heads yet never put them to paper or pixels. And as much as I love the idea of telepathic communications, I can also see how it could go horribly wrong.
Bob, who is in an important meeting, receives a telepathic communication from his partner asking if the milk is spoiled.
The milk is spoiled. Horribly with great big chunks and an awful smell. (because, really, don’t we all ask obvious questions?). And since telepathic letters come complete with smell-o-vision, the scenario doesn’t end there.
Poor Bob, gags, but as his partner vomits in the comfort of her own home, she stimulates the same response from Bob. At work. At his meeting. Bob vomits too.
And since this is funny for the observer, they share this scenario telepathically with their friends and family, and random strangers on social media, and soon folks are vomiting everywhere.
And while the writer in me sees story possibilities in a last letter from a murdered loved one. I can’t help but think this is a bad idea.
We all know how fast the flu spreads. What happens when someone opens that attachment from a stranger, and it’s not a communique from a prince in Kenya but a virus.
That’s how the zombie apocalypse begins folks. Just saying.
Dang. I might have to write a story or two about this:D
Until next time.