luey: geniuses, the whole lot of em. intellectual complexity God himself couldn't figure out. and when you're that smart, relationships last for two seconds at most. friends become fruit flies, fluttering about for a sweet moment immediately preceding a fatal one.
me: how awful.
luey: yes, but, well, see. their brains travel through time much faster than most. slowing down for non-geniuses will eventually result in a tragic drug overdose of some sort, or maybe just enough to permanently embed a microchip within their brains that forces them to live in a zombie-like state with everyone else. prerecorded messages coming out of their mouths. preprogrammed tears from their sockets. ironically enough, even if they don't slow down, even if they just go on being their goddamn genius selves, this is their ultimate demise.
me: because relationships are just that important.
luey: precisely. and because everyone, despite their pitiful attempts to be different, wants to be the same. and also because these geniuses have so much thought, there is really no room for a spine. some guts. balls. etc. my dear, there is no such thing as a genius who fails to cower. for those who show the utmost courage discount their mind's fear, something a genius can never do.
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