Author : Kevin Byrne
The adults were all sitting down, watching the children interact with one another; to a soul, they all said the same thing to me: “I cannot believe how well-behaved your son is. We try so hard just to get our child to even listen to what we’re saying, much less do what we tell them.
“What’s your secret?”
I lean in and whisper. “My wife and I drill it into him.”
They all smirk and nod. “Yeah, right.”
At that point, I call my son over; when he arrives, I continue the conversation. “Seriously, we’ve drilled it into him.”
I lift the flap of scalp to show the inch-by-inch square where you can see his brain. “We opened up his skull and inserted electrodes; we were able to turn the behavioral patterns we wanted him to follow into binary code and transmitted them directly into his brain.”
I replaced the flap and told him that he could go back and play with the other kids. I picked up my drink and smiled.
“Next week, we’re teaching him French.”