We'd all be able to read each other minds.
I mean, I am a kind person, but when a huge caboose jiggles by you, don't you think, My God, you could serve a three course meal on that bootie!
It's obvious to surmise that marriages and lovers would be ground zero for violence.
The loving wife run ragged by three kids, but managing to look attractive even though there is baby spit on her shoulder, still has that delicious meal ready for the long awaited hubby.
She's telling him about little Billy eating his bugger and BUZZ!
The ray has hit.
She can suddenly hear in her head, Will she PLEASE run out of gas so I can go see juicy Lucy!
He is affected too, and he's suddenly glad that he put off that knee surgery and that she has to run upstairs to get the gun out of the dresser in the bedroom.
As he runs out of the house, he hears screams, and shots, and men and women are exploding out of their houses, followed by pissed off partners, screaming:
My best friend?!!!
You did what with my gerbil?!!!
After the mass killings, the population is thinned out dramatically.
The world becomes a better place.
Politicians run for the hills as their thoughts confirm the old adage: if their lips are moving, they're lying.
Pedophiles are killed by the droves, especially in the Vatican.
All name religions disintegrate, as people realize their spiritual leaders are faking the hot line to God.
Of course, there are hold outs.
Conservative people that must have programmed thoughts, fat people that are tired of hearing 6 double whoppers?!!, square hairs whose brains start smoking from new thoughts, now wear the aluminum hats from the movie, Signs, to block out thought reception.
Of course, people that wear these hats can't run for political office or hold positions of trust.
The only profession encouraged to wear aluminum hats are prostitutes.
Aliens, knowing that their heads will not be gracing the fireplace of the head of the NSA, heal the earth, heal a humanity divorced from itself, make life so wonderfully cool that young and old can't wait to get out of bed everyday, and......
Sorry, I've been sucking too hard on that Thorazine lolipop the doctor prescribed.
But, it's my fairy tale and I'm sticking to it!!!