"Um, telepathy?" Simon thought as he left for the mall. This day was starting better than he expected; a new Ipod and 5 fresh hundreds always make one feel better. His sister had loaded the music player with a couple of his favorite Pink Floyd albums, and he was jamming and bobbing his head as he walked a block down to the bus stop.
Along the way, Simon made slight eye contact with that older lady that sits on her porch and constantly fantasizes about shooting everyone through the head. He looked across the street and noticed a couple of 10-year-old boys that were planning to go light matches behind the 7-11 after their other friend showed up. As Simon walked up to the stop, a fairly ugly couple were both thinking obsessively about the fucking they'd just given each other. As poor Simon's head filled up with images of her hairy breasts, his wrinkly ass, and both of them slobbering on the other, he realized something was different.
With an effort he stopped imagining these awful people (Combined attractiveness score? 3 out of 10) naked, and gritted his teeth as he tried to figure out what was happening. Just standing there next to this man and woman was starting to make him sick (he was getting smells too, now!) and he abruptly turned and started walking briskly away. The horrible images faded as he turned his focus to his route down the street and the music in his ears, until he wasn't thinking about anything but his own sanity, or lack thereof.
Simon needed to get a handle on what was happening, and he had an idea how he could do it.
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