“At this point, I’m willing to believe anything,” I sighed dejectedly. “I was nearing the end of my second go-round at that point,” the boy said. “At the time, I was thinking that two lifetimes were plenty, but then I met you, heard your story, and decided that I needed to meet with you again.” … Continue reading Evolution of Genius, Part Five

Bethany… “I’m sorry to have brought up such a painful subject,” said the boy, “but I just couldn’t think of another way to convince you…” I spun around, my shock at hearing that name quickly being replaced by anger. “Who told you about Bethany?” I hissed. “Well…” the boy replied apologetically, “you did.” “What are … Continue reading Evolution of Genius, Part Four

“All right,” I said, reaching for my pen, “let me have it.” The boy was silent for silent for a short time, staring at his steepled fingers, seeming to collect his thoughts. “Let me ask you a question,” the boy began slowly. “How do you think a person becomes a genius?” “Becomes a genius? Is … Continue reading Evolution of Genius, Part Three

“Look,” he continued, taking a seat next to me. “I know I have the reputation of being a bit…unpleasant, particularly to reporters.” “‘A bit unpleasant?’” I retorted. “You’re too modest. You thoroughly underestimate your ability to be an obnoxious jerk.” The boy was silent for a moment, mulling over my words. “I suppose I deserved that,” he finally said, “but there is a reason for the way I behave.” “You’re socially maladjusted?” I suggested.

As we chatted over caffeinated beverages at a downtown coffee shop, it was clear to me that he did possess an uncanny amount of knowledge on a wide variety of topics, and he wasn’t hesitant to express his opinion on any subject. It was also clear to me that if I did not wrap up this interview soon, I would strangle the little snot.