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A fountainhead of knowledge had always shot through Susan about midway down her left leg. It seemed to originate from a distant star in a distant star filled galaxy. She couldn't point it out to her husband because it didn't have a recognizable shape or sound. Knowledge, Susan learned from the stream and hopelessly tried to explain to her bridegroom, is odorless, tasteless, formless, and any other less that could come up later. She could feel it slicing through her though since her brain over the years had built up a nervous response to the invisible particles that commonly make up star-based streams of constant knowledge. By the time Susan turned forty she was recognized as the smartest woman in her field, and as truth would have it, over the disgust of all of the men in the world, she was the smartest person in the world by all standards. Revered by fellow women but smeared by any self-respecting man, Susan became a living, breathing division between the sexes. She felt the tension from everyone's stare daily and nightly, so she took giant pills prescribed by a female doctor following her self-diagnoses. The knowledge was a growing burden and the constant tickle turned slightly visible rash on her leg begged all her attention. Her marriage eventually ended, because her husband didn't like being corrected and Susan couldn't help but do so when he made even the smallest miscalculations. He went on to join a group formed with the intent of putting women in their place, specifically Susan, by using song and the written word to educate sympathetic people about the growing threat of a feminine society. He was the editor of a twice-monthly newsletter the group sent out to its members worldwide. Susan had sensed their hatred since the day each of her boys were born; she was desperate to change their minds. Her children suffered from a lack of proper education because Susan did all their homework with hopes it would make them love her. They were as wide as the front doors of most peoples' houses since she let them eat all the candy they wanted with the same hope. The freedom and sugar didn't make a difference, they continued to despise her. They were hot-blooded nit-wits and not even their mother's milk was good enough for them. She was female after all. Susan's knowledge of the world continued to grow until there was nothing left for her to learn. She was the first know-it-all fancy pants to exist and she hated every minute of her all-knowing life. In a calculated plan spurred by the wealth of ancient knowledge and the hatred it generated Susan blew her brains out April 14th,1997. She was forty-two and alone. When she took her last breath the stream jumped to the left thigh of a newborn recently christened Edgar by his Spanish-speaking mother. Forty years later and some odd months, Edgar would go on to become the smartest man in the world and be crowned Emperor of the Universe on August 21st, 2037. Everyone loved him, but his mother loved him most of all.

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A fountainhead of knowledge had always shot through Susan about midway down her left leg. It seemed to originate from a distant star in a distant star filled galaxy. She couldn't point it out to her husband because it didn't have a recognizable shape or sound. Knowledge, Susan learned from the stream and hopelessly tried to explain to her bridegroom, is odorless, tasteless, formless, and any other less that could come up later. She could feel it slicing through her though since her brain over the years had built up a nervous response to the invisible particles that commonly make up star-based streams of constant knowledge. By the time Susan turned forty she was recognized as the smartest woman in her field, and as truth would have it, over the disgust of all of the men in the world, she was the smartest person in the world by all standards. Revered by fellow women but smeared by any self-respecting man, Susan became a living, breathing division between the sexes. She felt the tension from everyone's stare daily and nightly, so she took giant pills prescribed by a female doctor following her self-diagnoses. The knowledge was a growing burden and the constant tickle turned slightly visible rash on her leg begged all her attention. Her marriage eventually ended, because her husband didn't like being corrected and Susan couldn't help but do so when he made even the smallest miscalculations. He went on to join a group formed with the intent of putting women in their place, specifically Susan, by using song and the written word to educate sympathetic people about the growing threat of a feminine society. He was the editor of a twice-monthly newsletter the group sent out to its members worldwide. Susan had sensed their hatred since the day each of her boys were born; she was desperate to change their minds. Her children suffered from a lack of proper education because Susan did all their homework with hopes it would make them love her. They were as wide as the front doors of most peoples' houses since she let them eat all the candy they wanted with the same hope. The freedom and sugar didn't make a difference, they continued to despise her. They were hot-blooded nit-wits and not even their mother's milk was good enough for them. She was female after all. Susan's knowledge of the world continued to grow until there was nothing left for her to learn. She was the first know-it-all fancy pants to exist and she hated every minute of her all-knowing life. In a calculated plan spurred by the wealth of ancient knowledge and the hatred it generated Susan blew her brains out April 14th,1997. She was forty-two and alone. When she took her last breath the stream jumped to the left thigh of a newborn recently christened Edgar by his Spanish-speaking mother. Forty years later and some odd months, Edgar would go on to become the smartest man in the world and be crowned Emperor of the Universe on August 21st, 2037. Everyone loved him, but his mother loved him most of all.