Chapter Twelve“Why are you wearing those goggles?” Timothie asked Skye two weeks later. In the back of the salon, she peered at her laptop.
“They're the latest craze.” She smiled. “Everybody's wearing them.”
“I'm not.”
“They're sold exclusively through TopStrategy Marketing. A local company that's gone viral.”
Timothie's stomach lurched. “How do they work?”
“It's a cool new game. Here, try them.”
He grasped the yellow arms and noted the electrodes embedded in the frame. When he placed the goggles on his face, his brain exploded into millions of psychedelic pieces and fireworks. Then a pyramid appeared in three dimensions, maybe four, he thought, turning and whirling, and he asked, “What am I supposed to do with it?”
“All you have to do is use your mind,” Skye said. “It's super cool.
