“You want a filter?” Jerry said, holding on to the train bar.
Kevin raised an eyebrow. “A filter? What’s that?”
“You know, for your input port.”
“Oh, right. I thought you were about to sell me drugs or something. I don’t know, hoss. I’ve got plenty of upgrades to last me a lifetime.”
“This one is cool,” said Jerry, stripes of afternoon sunlight striking his face. “It alters your vision, so everything you see looks like a watercolor painting. You can choose the style, like Monet or Van Gogh, then zap! you’re in. Instant sunflowers and shit.”
“With exams coming up, I’m feeling more like the Scream.”
Jerry leaned forward, “it also has audio.”
“Audio? Wow, you don’t need an adapter for that?”
“Baked into the program. No need to rewire that sucker.”
“I don’t want mess around with my neural pathways.”
“Nothing to worry about. It’s all handled by the hardware, and it pops right out with a finger press. See?”
Jerry pressed the side of his temple, releasing an AR lens from his eyeball onto his palm.
“Gross," said Kevin wincing. "Maybe I’ll check it out later.”
The train stopped at the next station. The two friends bumped fists, then stepping off the train, they went off in separate directions.
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