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"Mom, I was wondering where you adopted me from?"

"Oh, some place upstate, you wouldn't know the small town."

Great. How... informative?

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"Ruthie, do you have the answer?" My math professor asks me. I put down my pen, looking up from my doodles. With a quick glance at the board, I simply tell him, "Negative 6 to the third power." He smiles at me, "There we go! First of y'all to figure it out."

You'd think praise would be good. Yeah, not when all your classmates know you as "The Nerd Child". Being worshiped by teachers isn't exactly the way to fit in, even among geniuses and near geniuses.

Whenever my mom or dad asks the cliche "How was school, today?", I just say good. It's so much easier. But it doesn't always work. Usually, dad's the one who pokes more details out of me. Neither of my parents are exceptionally smart, they both got averages on their IQ tests, and my biological parents... if they exist (which they probably don't), they might have something to do with my intelligence. Even though its acquired, strong mental factors are usually included in the genotype and inherited.

You know what else is smart?... A machine.