That hadn’t happened with Louis, of course. His parents, who were frighteningly rich, had known about the genetic abnormality even before his birth, and had approached the problem in the only way they knew how: by throwing money at it. Almost as soon as Louis was born, and long before his infant skull had hardened to a normal bony consistency, they’d had a tiny datajack implanted in his infant brain. Specialists had hooked this datajack to a suite of sophisticated computers that fed a virtual reality—similar to but distinct from the consensual hallucination that was "life" in the Matrix—into his mind. The computers had "perceived" the world through microphones and trideo cameras, and had electronically handled the problems of attention and distinguishing between "signal" and "noise" that Louis’ own brain would not have been capable of doing. With this electronic assistance, Louis had managed to avoid the mental impairment typical of other trisomy 11s. In fact, his mental capabilities had probably advanced even faster than a normal child’s.