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Harry Feynman
Research Lab - Experimental Physics
Erotologist
Aetherite Witch
Hopper Supervisor
Town Investor
Owner of Holiday Wonderland
Owner of Aphrodesia Adult Store, Matchmaking and Donor Services
Former Faculty Researcher, Experimental Atomic Physics Group - RLE, MIT
Inventor and Owner of Feynman-Bickley Technologies
Alias: Doctor Aethra

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Aw, c'mon! That ain't fair.

[She wanted to get out of homework. Not get an answer for never having an excuse to not do homework again.]

Yeah, seeing is often a terrible experience for an artist. Get over here, you. I'm magic, I don't even need to put air in your eyes.

... I'll be there in a bit.

Good teenager.

[There's a huff and eyeroll before she ends the feed to head over to Harrys place. Where she will actually knock on the door. Albeit reluctantly. She doesn't even give Dean a knock on the door. She has an open window there, though. She didn't feel like trying windows she had access to.]

[ He has a geodesic house, round by nature, so any windows? A bear to climb through. Good luck with that, future Maya!

Eventually, he comes and answers the door. Looks behind her, then pulls her inside. To a house that somehow looks both messy and chaotically clean. Somehow. ]

Come on. Kitchen table. Sit down.

[ there's an aparatus set up there, Some sort of steampunkian monstrosity with a pair of blue goggles attached. ]

[You think when she's told she doesn't have to knock she'll care? Pfff. She raises an eyebrow as he looked behind her, looking over her shoulder briefly before shrugging and walking in, staring at the machine.]

What the heck's that?

[She'll go to sit down at the table, though.]

It's a phoroptic retinoscope. Or a clarivisor. Whichever. Put on the goggles and lean forward.

[ Once she does that, and the goggles are attached to the machine it will start to hum. She'll see a series of 100 images fly by quickly, and he'll make periodic adjustments based on the read outs he gets. ]

Hold still.

[The look he gets when he says what the machine is can be described as 'you seriously think I understand those words? Like at all?' But she did as was told with a sigh, eyes widening a bit, not having expected that to happen, holding still as she was told. Girls first eye exam.]

[ Once the machine has perfected it's readings and Harry is sure it's where it needs to be it settles on a specific set of words and images. If the machine has done it's job, and it probably has, the words should be clear as day. ]

Can you read that?

[ If so, it will read: don't lie now: winner winner, taco dinner. ]

That's better than what Smackles glasses did!

[That's a yes. She can definitely read that and she's surprised that things can be that clear.]

Good! Who? Also, important question: Do you want the internet in your lenses?

Farkles girlfriend. I tried 'er glasses on before. And yeah, I do.

Ah! Did not know he even had a girlfriend. Wait. Did I? Maybe. Sit back. [ And he will take the the goggles and start programming her a pair of lenses. A box of frames gets shoved at her. ] Pick!

[Sitting back happened and then looking through the frames, trying to figure out which one she wanted before finally deciding on what looked pretty easy to deal with.]

These ones.

Got it. [ Picking those up, and loading in the frames. Working his magic, literally. ] Need or want sunglasses ability?

Don't really need it, but sure?

[Glasses can DO that, though? She's learning so much. About glasses.]

[ About the glasses Harry can make, anyway. Once he finishes them, he holds them out for her to take. ]

When you want sunglass tint, tap three times on the right rim. If you get an email, a tiny icon will pop up in the corner of the lens. Just think about it, and it'll open for you to read it. Same with the internet.

[She'll put the glasses on and oh look she's got that new glasses headache thing because suddenly awesome sight]

Got it.

[As she blinks a bit, comparing the before and after good sight thing]

Well? What do you think?

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