Hey, sweetie. Mind if I sit down? Can I buy you a drink?

 

No, no. Nothing like that. But I’m about to make you very, very rich, and I thought we should celebrate. What are you drinking?

 

Ok. Hey, Russ! Can we get another Peachy Keen over here? Thanks.

 

So. I knew you were special when you ordered your drink. And Russ just poured it for you. You’re too young to remember, but when I was your age, we had to show an ID to buy a drink. Yeah, that’s what we called them--Eye Dee. Yeah, like the letters. Of course now, with the TruGlasses, you don’t need an ID. You just tell the bartender you’re old enough, and if he sees the green halo, he believes you. Or you’re driving and a cop pulls you over, and you just tell him that you passed your exam and you’re allowed to drive. Yeah, things are different now.

 

Right! So anyway, you can’t be more than, what, fifteen? sixteen?

 

You can tell me. I’m not gonna bust you. Oh, no. Remember, I’m here to make you rich.

 

Fifteen. Got it. So you know you’re special too, but you’ve been using your special talent for, what? Telling your teacher your dog ate your homework? Getting served at a dive like this? You’ve been in the minor leagues, and now…

 

Ok, right. My name is Pamela Brown. Here’s my card. Manager, TruVision Talent. It’s totally legit, on the up and up. And I want to represent you. Hey Russ? Another Peachy Keen over here, please.

 

So picture this. You’re representing a Fortune 800 company, and you tell the shareholders that profits will rise 8% this year. They’re all wearing their TruGlasses, and your halo stays green! Or you tell a jury that you witnessed the crime, and the suspect didn’t look at all like your client! Or your client is a pharmaceutical company, and you tell a panel of doctors that the drug is 100% effective! It doesn’t matter who you tell--they’re gonna believe you!

 

Before TruGlasses, we had to just trust people to tell the truth, or we had to figure out ourselves who was “lying.” Yeah, that was a thing. Now everyone just wears their TruGlasses, and unless the halo around your head turns orange, they can be confident that you’re telling the truth. Except… you’re you. You can say whatever you want, and your halo always stays green.

 

No, I don’t know why, either. Some sort of genetic… hey, don’t cry. Sweetie, don’t cry. Once your Mom and Dad see how rich you’re gonna be, they’ll be cool with whatever. You can drop out of school tomorrow, with your talent. You’re special. You’re gonna be so rich. Don’t cry.

 

Here’s a tissue. Hey Russ? One more drink over here.