My Satellite

Above the city, my satellite comes to life. Finally, I’ve found my remote.

From safely in my control room, I load the target co-ordinates, focus my laser, and fire!

Benjamin Johnston, a forty-one year old bespectacled accountant, is walking from the sandwich store in which he habitually eats his lunch back to his office. He’s in the right place at the right time.

He catches, somewhere above him, a glint of light. Confused, he glances skyward.

And is hit with a face full of laser!

Benjamin Johnston now has perfect, 20/20 vision.

And he’ll never even know who to thank.