"I'll take a 'sensible amount,'" Toby said, feeling a strange new power. "That’ll be 'one funny face,'" the clerk replied.
Toby was a "Three." It wasn't that he was bad at math; he just couldn't physically perceive anything beyond the number three. When he looked at a dozen donuts, he saw three very large, complicated donuts. When he looked at his five-fingered hand, two of them were just... static.
Toby smiled. The download was a success. He didn't need to count anymore; he just needed to feel the "vibe" of the quantity. As he walked home, he passed a sign that used to say "Speed Limit 35." Now it just said: "Zippity-doo-dah." He started to run.
He looked at his own hand again. He didn't see three fingers and static. He saw: "Five little meat-sticks ready for a piano."
Espectaculares fotografías de gente bonita, y viajes por el mundo, las imágenes más sexys están aquí.
