From the author: Brad’s father is perfecting a secret mind-control ray on behalf of the government. Too bad it only works from orbit, and Brad’s whole family has been banished to space until Brad’s father can get it to work.
Many years ago, when I was nine years old, I enslaved a hundred thousand people.
"Oops," I said, staring at the red button I had just pushed.
"Braaaaad!" my sister yelled. "I'm tell-ing!"
Tracy was out of the other seat like a shot. I followed her and readied a frantic stream of excuses.
"Dad!" Tracy said, tearing out of the tech room. "Brad messed with the Delta-wave modulator!"
"Did not!" I said as we reached a hallway. "It was like that when I found it!"
"He touched a button!"