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Genius

He's a prodigy they'd say.That's talent they'd say. He didn't think anything of it. He thought it was purely of his curiosity; nothing more.

Ah, yes. Curiosity. No matter how much we delve into the statistics of a specific entity, the information we receive almost always remains inadequate.

The same characteristic you may have developed since childhood. It was no idiosyncrasy. It was simply a common human attribute. He wanted more information. He wanted to find out.

But he had nothing special. Intrusiveness was a trait that could be found in anyone.

Although his mind was what really sparked the interest of scientists. The same mind that could comprehend what many others' couldn't. He was a genius.

Was it much of a surprise? Would it have been a surprise to his mother or father?

Genius. Such an impractical word. Genius' don't learn to read at age four, do they? Genius' aren't left behind in class, are they? Last time he checked, genius' were smart! Why him?

Many things got Albert's inquiring mind running like a hamster on its wheel. Constantly spinning. Constantly thinking. It's what he was acclimated to. It was his normal.

He always thought to where he was back then, compared to where he was now. Here. On a podium. Giving a speech in a time of conflict. War. Could science solve war? A part of him hoped so, and a part of him begged to differ.

Genius. Genius. Genius. The words rang in his head over and over again like a bell. Chiming; making the most irritating noise. He was so focused on the one word, it almost made him want to study it as well.

Maybe he could. Analyze the title that almost seemed to be miraculously given to him. But he knew it was his hard work. If only his parents had ever uttered the word 'genius' to him. Maybe that would have made him strive even higher than where he was now. If it was even possible, that is. Where he was right now, standing in front of millions of people, giving a speech on the military of the USA (mind you, a topic he almost barely specialized in), was more than an honor.

Genius. Genius. You're a genius.

He could look at the definition of the word a million times. A million times. Yet, it would probably be the only thing his mind couldn't comprehend. It was all too much. His world was suddenly spinning. A chorus of chants being echoed in his mind over and over and over again.

Genius. You are a genius.

How? Why? When? How did he become a genius? Why did he become a genius? When did he become a genius? It seemed like only yesterday, his parents were balling the same words over and over again.

'Why? Why can't you figure this out, my son? Why?'

They couldn't understand that it wasn't his fault. Dyslexia could sojourn in the life of any human beings.

But that was besides the point.

Albert knew that it definitely didn't take a genius to figure this out. Everyone who knew him even understood what this meant. Heck, his wife understood what it meant! But he just couldn't grasp why he was given this title.

And then it hit him. The word genius. It evolved around his intellectual existence. It was what seemed to define him. The word 'genius' can mean anything. The only thing that determines its meaning, is how you portray it. Although even after finally understanding his given title, he still reckoned himself curious.