Origin: part one

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No one really knows my real name. Not even Bond. 99 percent of people only know me as "Q".
Of course, it is a title given to me by MI6. Much like how we do not know the real name of M. Whom by the way is the chief of the Secret Intelligence Service.
The name I was given at birth was Andrew Kilbridge. But that doesn't really matter at this point does it?
My family is both of British and Irish decent. My mother's side of the family being British and my father's side being Irish. I've lived in three places growing up, two of which being the UK and Ireland but also America.
Growing up, I was always the outcast. I didn't play sports, and I always had my nose in either a book or my laptop. When my peers were outside after lunch at school, I would usually sneak into the school library to get on the computer. My teachers did not mind whatsoever. But occasionally they would try to get me to socialize to no avail.

Honest to God, I didn't really like a lot of my classmates. I was often teased because of my thick rimmed glasses and my fashion style. Look, I dressed for practicality and comfort. Not to show off. I was bullied quite a bit, and had to move schools... twice.
On standardized testing at school, I would score top marks in basically every subject. The only subject I didn't really get the score I would get on other subjects was history. Quite frankly, history is boring. At least in my opinion.

I never had crushes on girls. I didn't really have any friends in my age bracket. Usually I talked with older students who attended the nearby secondary school. But they didn't mind. To them, I was actually cool. I felt accepted in my friend group, even though we didn't attend the same school.
My dad tried to get me into other interests such as cooking or camping. But I never got into those. Every time I tried to cook something like ramen or even toast, I'd screw it up in one way or another. And I hate doing anything outdoors! I'd rather sit in my bedroom, in my pajamas reading a book or doing homework or playing on the computer.

At one point, my mom took me to a psychologist. Because of my lack of social interaction, and the fact that I hyper-focus on everything related to technology. The doctor suspected autism. So they sent me for further testing.
To everyone's shock, the results showed I have an IQ of 143. Which could explain how I was excelling in school. But the rest of the tests showed I have high functioning autism.
Which was not just a label the medical profession slapped against my forehead; it basically meant that I'm a genius.
As soon as that came through, my parents enrolled me in an elite academy for secondary school. Where I would be academically challenged.

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