It appeared that I had created a machine that could read minds. ———————— I hadn’t thought out the implications of having created a m...nd-reading machine were, but it seemed pretty obvious that there could be a lot of applications. As a result, I had instinctively kept my discovery to myself. But I needed to test it out. Would it work on other people, or had being connected to Jessie for hours resulted in a person-specific calibration? Given that every person’s brain is organized slightly. Truthfully, I just felt so vulnerable. I reminded myself of Dr. Seuss's"Sneetches." you know, the one where they had people with stars andwithout stars going through a machine to either get them or remove them.We'll, I felt as if I'd had my "star" removed. I wasn't one of themanymore.The next scene was horseback riding and camping, with Jessie. We plannedon spending ten minutes of DVD time here. But a week of riding andcamping to get a real feel for it and see what interesting thoughtsmight pop. Carl was busted and she wouldn't get off the phone. "Nothing is wrong, Ijust meant you weren't gone long."Unfortunately for Carl the phone in the kitchen was not cordless and thedoor to the garage was in kitchen."Well, oksy, where are you dear?" his stepmother asked."I, I am in the kitchen, whyyy?" Stuttered Carl."Because silly I need you to come out to the garage and help me unloadthe car, okay, bye!"Mrs. Monet no sooner hung up on Carl than she burst into the kitchen tocatch him dressed in. “I believe so, my love.” Matthew couldn’t contain the glee in his voice. “Dinner first though, right?” He half-hoped she’d reject this suggestion and drag him up to the bedroom then and there, but he also had a feeling that, once they went upstairs, they wouldn’t want to come down again for the rest of the night. She sensed his eagerness, and felt it herself—just holding the box was sending a thrilling sensation right through her—but over the course of the week she had created an image in her.