Friday, June 11, 2010

Fiction Friday: The Polymath

The polymath’s first utterance is “Mommy, you look contemplative.” Mommy faints. The polymath is six days old.
His first day of school is one and the same as his first day of high-school. He eschews the two-mile bus-ride because of his distaste for internal combustion engines and stupid people. He favors a unicycle. Faster than walking. Leaves his hands free to practice origami. He makes paper models of amino acids.
He completes Ph.D.’s in biochemistry and mathematical logic by age twelve. At age twenty the polymath produces the cure for death. Unfortunately, it involves a process that must be administered before puberty.
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(c) 2010 Pete Mandik