Dr. Klein shook her head sadly, and activated the remote switch deactivating the RADs Chad and Deshawn had taken. Both of them so sure about everything, so completely unable to see anyone else's point of view. Coming from rich, intact families and being near-geniuses had given them many things, but empathy was not one of them. Dr. Klein was the daughter of an Orthodox Jewish man who had run away from his family and close-knit community to marry the Mexican-American woman he had fallen in love with. His family had disowned him, and the couple had to work hard to support their children without much help. Still, she thought, the exposure to different kinds of life and different points of view had been good for her and it was something both Chad and Deshawn had been lacking. Rich kids. . .
She set the time limit for six months. Chad would be a thirteen year old girl, the daughter of working-class Jamaican immigrants. Growing up in the bosom of her fiercely religious family, the young Jade would just be realizing her attraction to other girls.
Deshawn could spend six months as an overweight, fifty year old white man with a job driving a forklift and more debts than he could handle. He would have a demanding, yet loving wife and three moderately obnoxious kids whose education he worried about paying for.
Dr. Klein clicked on the "Make alterations in reality" icon.