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Science fiction writer Alfred Bester's 1956 novel The Stars My Destination described a similar idea: a dental "switchboard" that was tongue-controlled.
He pressed hard with his tongue against his right upper first molar. The operation that had transformed half his body into an electronic machine, had located the control switchboard in his teeth. Foyle pressed a tooth with his tongue and the peripheral cells of his retina were excited into emitting a soft light...
(Read more about Bester's dental switchboard)
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