"Come, drink your LSD, Jimmy."
"I don't want to, Ma."
"Jimmy, I'll tell your father when he gets back home from the mandala factory. He won't like it if you haven't learned anything today."
"Gee, Ma, don't be such a cube. LSD is dead. None of us kids are taking it any more. That old fashioned stuff like acid and pot is okay for the old folks, but -- well, there's no use trying to explain to you. You wouldn't understand."
Jimmy's mother sighs. This ten-year-old know-it-all. When she was ten things had been different. Why she had even belonged to the Girl Scouts. She hadn't done anything her parents didn't approve of except maybe take one puff of a cigarette. She hadn't had her first reefer until she was almost twelve and actually never turned on with LSD till that junior high school graduation at Long Johns. What a struggle it had been during the past 15 years -- first to get marihuana legalized, then LSD, then to start the LSD religion and finally convert the whole school system from book learning to drug learning. And did these infants appreciate it?
"Ma, when am I going to have my permanents put in just like Ronnie?"
"Ronnie and his parents are nuts. Imagine having electrodes implanted in a nine-year-old's brain. How will the child ever develop into anything? Just push a button and off he goes into Nirvana -- the easy way. Now you haven't been going over to that buzz shop on Ninth and Leary have you? After we told you not to?"
"Oh, come alive. Sure I've been there and had the stereotaxic headset on. It's a zoom that you with your potluck pot and pills can't begin to know. But its a peak only while the switch is on. I want the buzz all the time."
"But what about life? Who is going to keep things going?"
"Oh, shove life. All I want is a continual spark into the pleasure center, not the hit or miss LSD stuff. And don't give me that life gunk. You sound more like grandma every day."
"Well, I have news for you James. You won't have any operation with those grotesque wires sticking out of your scalp and a plug trailing down your back. We have a law now. It was passed last week making the implanting of electrodes illegal except for research. And that goes for those electrical headsets, too. It's a misdemeanor to own one. I have a good mind to call the peaceman and have him raid that store."
"You do and I'm off to the Rabinowitz Foundation for Electrical Freedom. We know all about that blue-nosed law which you old fogies have tried to stop us with. It won't work. Rabinowitz is setting up a colony where anybody can get wired up for bliss."
"Where is that going to be?"
"In Mexico -- a place called Zahautenejo."
"But that's where -- "
"The LSD thing got started? Well, move over, old girl. Nobody that counts believes in that crud anymore. All you people over fifteen had better stand aside or else you will get trampled in the neuroelectronic revolution. The new deal is 'Wire up, plug in, and buzz.' Look, Mom, why fight it? You can't abolish electricity."
"Well, we'll see about that, young man. You know so much. Do you know that anyone caught with wires dangling from their heads goes to jail for skull X-rays and if needles are found in the brain, they go to the peace house for deaddiction?"
"It's too late. They can't do that. It's against the First Amendment. Rabinowitz has just formed a religion."
"A religion? A wirehead religion?"
"Yes, old girl, and it's here to stay so don't fight it. The 110 volt religion -- the beginning of a brave, new world."