The Boy Who Knew Everything

Prologue

I'm not very good at writing...... But for the people who believe in me enjoy!

*this story is dedicated to Erisma for her awesome friendship and cover making abilities:D

Being smart, quick-witted, intelligent, shrewd, clever, genius, etc. is hard. Being more then that, is harder.

I lied in my bed as the perpetual flow of information overwhelmed me and I prepared to go unconscious. It seems impossible to know everything since even your brain has a circumscription.

But aside from that you would be what people called, a "social freak". For the sake of you and and the person writing this, I will suppress my intelligence and "dumb it down" as they say.

So you might ask "How does it feel like to know everything?"

Well I can't possibly answer that question because.....well, I don't know everything. The fact of that is impossible, nonviable, absolute preposterousness. As far as my knowledge informs me, I am just a figure used in the universe to give vast amounts of ideas to. The problem with that is the universe "accidentally" made me discover how.

You might be in absolute confusion right now but what's life without some confusion?

The process of knowing has deprived me of my boyish innocence, my right to be vacuous, bovine, doltish or "dumb". It was painfully time-consuming, the process, seemingly to savor every moment I suffered from each intimate revelation in my brain.

Maybe I'm exaggerating, maybe I'm not. But bear with me because this roller coaster ride does not end soon.