Hello, thar. Meinos Kaen here!
Thanks for the kind reviews and the interest you've shown in S-Class. The hits were many, and the reviews were interesting and exaustive. I'll do my best to keep you entertained and your interest high. Today I bring you the second installment, which also concludes the first chapter of the story. Enjoy!
"They sent a shrink, this time." Jason exclaimed as he opened the door, Thomas and Catarina walking in right after him. "I bet she worked with P.T.S.D. before they sent her here."
"I don't know. She looked pretty young, to me." The girl replied, the door closing right behind her.
"Feh. With enough money you can look that young even when you're 180 or something." He turned around and let himself fall on his bed. "I bet you doll...” He paused. “Well, I bet she's at least 60." He stared at the ceiling, trying to remember exactly how that dent had come to be.
"... I kind of like her." That earned Thomas a stare from both of his friends. He uneasily sat on his own bed on the other side of the room, moving aside an e-reader he had left resting on it. "I mean, she's gentle-"
"It's all an act. Didn't you notice? In the end, she reached the same point as all the others." He glared at the ceiling as he recalled the last question she had asked him. "She wanted me to admit that we're freaks."
"... Actually, she just asked what being a S-Class means. You're the one that added monsters and freaks and murder." He stared in disbelief at Catarina, this time. She just shrugged her shoulders at him. "You could have just said that S-Class have dangerous Skills. It's not like she would have expected you to go into detail. You don't look that smart."
"And you think she would have been content with that?"
"How do you know she wouldn't have?"
"Because I know their kind." He raised his voice and turned around on his side, staring at the white wall beside the bed. "You've only been doing this for three years. Thomas one. I've been warded since I was six."
"I'm just saying that she didn't waltz in, write her name on the blackboard, announce that she was our new teacher and then started ranting about how we're genetically inclined to be criminals and murderers like Jacobs did. God, I hated that asshole!" She exclaimed as she walked to Jason's bed, hands on her hips as she peered down at him. "She introduced herself, asked for our names politely and then tried to make small talk. That seems pretty normal to me."
"And I repeat: it's all an act. She has a second purpose. They always have." Jason didn't bother to turn up and stare back at her. "She probably wants to get close to us to get to know how to better put us down. That's what they want, keep us demoralized. Well, I'll stay angry, instead. Thank you very much."
"Wouldn't she know that already? They do have our files." This time, he stayed silent for a few more seconds before slowly turning around so that she could stare the girl right in the eyes.
"... There's not everything on those files." He took a sitting position on his bed. "I managed to keep a few things about me a secret to them."
"And that's due to you being a distrustful jerk?" She asked, glaring at him from her elevated position.
"That's the only way to not end up brainwashed. You've seen it, didn't you?" She scoffed, throwing her hands up in the air and went to sit beside Thomas.
"... She's been nice." Thomas commented, putting his two cents in again. Jason stared at him and then groaned. "Nicer than any other adult since... Well..."
"Your incident. I can understand that, but, hey. If it's not a trick, just give her until tomorrow." The older boy crossed his arms in front of his chest, staring straight into Thomas' eyes. "Just let her read our files and the music will change."
'This is more spacious than I thought.' She guessed that when they built and/or renewed the facility they had reputed important guaranteeing a comfortable stay for the personnel. Her 'room' was more like a small apartment.
The door on the right wall probably led to a private bathroom, and the main room currently contained only a cupboard, a bed with a small table on the side, a desk with a couple chairs and her luggage, but there was enough space to place two other sets of the same furniture. "What am I going to do with all this space..." She said out loud as she stared out of the window to the school's park, luscious green trees waving their branches to the rhythm imposed by the wind.
It was then when someone knocked on her door. She wondered about the identity of the visitor when she remembered that Roberts had told her that the school nurse would bring her the files on Jason, Thomas and Catarina. "I'm coming!" She walked to the door and opened it.
That's when she found the scalpel in her face and someone's weight pushed against her own. The assailant wasn't heavier than her, she would later notice. Hadn't she been startled she could have pushed back, but she was startled and she ended up pinned on the ground, gasping.
She found herself staring up at a slightly older woman dressed in a lab-coat, pinning her arms to the ground with her legs, sitting on her chest, short black hair with a fringe shadowing electric blue eyes. Those details though just bypassed her consciousness and filed into her brain. She was staring at her hands, or better yet, at the scalpel.
She was sweating heavily, and she yelped when the assailant put a hand on her forehead and then started waving the scalpel in a wave-like pattern, lower and lower till it came to hover over her right eyebrow. She wanted to scream for help, but the words got stuck in her throat, she didn't dare make a movement, so close was the surgical tool to her skin and right eye.
"Show me..." The woman suddenly let out, in a low, husky voice. "Show it to me..." A startled gasp escaped Grace's lips as the woman raised both hands up in the air. She saw her gripping the blade with both and then bring it back down blade first, slamming it in the middle of her chest. She screamed.
That was when she stopped daydreaming and saw that she had instead made a sharp cut on the palm of her own right hand. She had now stepped back a little, enough for her to move and possibly sit, even if her legs were still trapped. Also, her expression had changed. The woman had been staring at her almost passively, but now she was just holding out her injured hand to her, a smile plastered on her lips. "Come on."
"... What?" She slowly got in a sitting position, the woman not bothering to move away the outstretched arm as she did so.
"Come on, heal me! I'm about to bleed on your moquette, here!" She was still confused by the whole situation, but she complied. Slowly, she grabbed the injured hand and started focusing. She felt the warmth starting to flow out of her fingertips and into the stranger's body, as usual. She observed as the cut started closing up and disappear from her sight, perfect unmarked skin appearing again in a few seconds leaving no hints to a previous presence of any injuries, for the exception of a small droplet of blood.
"Amazing! I haven't seen a Healer in years!" Grace released the hand, the owner staring at it in wonder. She started to regain her bearings and was about to say something when her right wrist was tugged. "Now it's your turn!"
"Ah!" She yelped as the scalpel cut her own palm, this time. She jerked her hand back but the mad – she was convinced she was mad – woman held it in place and observed with wonder as Grace's skin started growing back even faster than the her own one had done.
"This is so great! I have seen some lucky Doubles, but you really hit the jackpot!" Her hand was finally released and the woman stood back and straightened her coat and the clothes underneath it. Grace crawled back on the floor till she hit her bed and then got back up, trying to remember the self-defence classes she had taken during college and failing miserably. "A Healer and a Survivor! You'd be the perfect mad scientist! Think about all the diseases and poisons you could experiment on without killing yourself!"
"W-W-Who the hell are you?!" Grace wasn't usually one for swearing, but the woman was really pushing her buttons. She had been assaulted and cut and now she was talking nonsense, or better, scary sensate words. "What are you doing here?!"
"Hmm, introductions first? A traditionalist, I see." Now she was really talking nonsense. She then put one of her hands inside of the right pocket of her coat and dug out three disk cases, holding them like poker cards on the right side of her head. "My name is Sienna, and I'm the school nurse. And these are the files you wanted!"
"The school...! Why did you attack me, then?! What was that about?!" She still didn't feel like lowering her voice, even if she had lowered her awkward guard stance. Sienna laughed and put the disks on the nearby desk.
"I also happen to be the one responsible for the Evaluation Center, and when I read your medical file my scientific interests sort of overwhelmed me." Grace was shifting from enraged to outraged.
"Scientific interest? Are you serious?" Sienna just shrugged, smile still in place.
"Never seen a Healer/Survivor Double, before. I think you might be the first in existence since... Well, ever!" She declared, before stuffing both of her hands in her lab coat's pockets. "Seriously, if not a scientist, you would have been the perfect doctor. Yet, you're an APT. I'm curious as to why you chose this particular career."
"... None of your business." She replied curtly, officially classifying her new acquaintance as a nutjob and walking to her briefcase, putting it on the desk, retrieving her e-reader. "Thanks for bringing me the disks."
"My pleasure." Sienna replied, still smiling, while Grace set up the fifteen inches screen on the desk, turning it on by holding her thumb pressed against the right top corner for a few seconds. She pulled back the chair and then noticed that the nurse hadn't made a single step towards the door.
"... Why are you still here?"
"I've never read these files either. None of those kids ever ended up in the infirmary. I'm curious." Sienna replied like it was the simplest thing in the world. "Also, I still haven't told you the password."
"... Alright, you can stay." Grace sighed, surrendering. She sat in the chair she had pulled up while Sienna took the other one. She opened the case with Thomas' file and pulled out a palm-sized disk out of it. Once the system of her reader had finished loading, she gently pushed the disk through the slit on the right side of the device. In a few instants, a box popped up to notify the fact that the disk was, indeed, password protected, and an electronic voice spoke the words 'Please speak the password'. "What's the password?""The password is 'Science'!" Grace decided to ignore most of her newest acquaintance's peculiar moods from that moment on and decided to focus on the fact that the password was correct.
'Wait a minute.' "If you've never read these files, how do you know the password?"
"Simple. I opened them, changed the password and then handed them to you. Didn't read anything, though!" There was no further reply, so she labelled it as one of the behaviours she would not question and turned back to the screen.
The password input box was replaced by the Home Department's symbol floating in a black space. It shrunk soon enough and came to rest in the upper right corner of the screen, while the whole screen turned white like an electronic paper, before the picture of a blonde haired child appeared on the left side of the screen followed soon after by black text that filled the rest of what she could see of that page of the electronic document.
"He's really twelve." Not that she had any reason to doubt his words, but now she had documented proof. She skipped right to the part regarding his academic curriculum. "... Incredible."
"Let me see, let me see... Ooooh! He's a real piece of work, isn't he?!" It looked like 'academic achievements' was an euphemism when it came to what they were reading about Thomas. His whole scholastic life was nothing but perfect grades, first placements and prizes in inter-scholastic projects. Sienna let out a soft gasp as she read something in a paragraph with words in bold text. "Will you look at that! He built a functioning last generation calculator all on his own when he was in 5th grade?!"
"... He's really smart. Either that, or..." She brought her thumb to her mouth, in thought. She knew history, it was everyone's knowledge that the main objective of the mind behind the Super Sapiens Project was to make humanity reach the next step in evolution before it happened naturally. While the result that got the most exposition in the long run was the unexpected appearance of Skills, the project as it was originally thought was a success. Humans now lived longer and were stronger, smarter and more resilient than their ancestors. But... "This much seems a bit excessive for a 'simple' genius."
"Well, go check his Skills, then! Let me!" Sienna got up from the seat and threw her hand to the screen, scrolling the document down until it showed the page that she wanted to see, much to the teacher's annoyance. "Skill Condition Number One! Evaluated at age 10!"
"That's probably right after he built that calculator." Grace raised her right hand to throw Sienna's oppressing one off but she kept her eyes glued on the screen. "Heightened amount of synaptic connections and... Axon... Huhh..." She bit on her lip and she reluctantly turned to her 'guest', who was all smiles. She was starting to understand that she had probably planned everything. Maybe she hadn't lied when she said that she hadn't read the files, but she probably knew beforehand that some parts would require specific knowledge to be understood fully. "Could you help me understand this?"
"Of course! I guess you're one of those teachers who rely a lot on helpers, aren't you?" That hit a bit too close to home for comfort.
"J-Just on Science..." She admitted, feeling her face heat up. She had never gotten around to like that particular brand of knowledge, for reasons she wasn't about to divulge to her.
"Well, not to worry, Sienna is here! Now, think about it like this." The black haired woman coughed in her right fist, theatrically clearing her voice. "In the old Sapiens' brain existed circa 100 billions cells, most of which are neurons. Now, in Super Sapiens, that amount and the speed with which commands from the brain travel showed an increase of 50%. Now..." She stepped in front of Grace and placed her index fingers and thumbs in the shape of a window over a picture of Thomas displayed on the screen, focusing on his head. "Take everything. Number of cells, connections, speed and triple it. You get Thomas."
"Triple it... But..." She had studied anatomy. Some Skills were easily identified thanks to somatic mutations. "Shouldn't his head be... Bloated? Bigger?"
"Good question. You know how they always compare human brains and calculators? Well, I think that deep down it's because when it comes to upgrading them, the process is the same. Make the parts more powerful but also smaller so that they fit in the same space or an even smaller one. I think it's the same with neurons. Cells in general, I suspect." Sienna explained a bit more calmly before returning her attention to the screen. "The point is, this boy can do anything mentally related faster and better than most people on earth. He's a bona fide super-genius. I think there are like, thirty people on the planet with his same intelligence, and less than ten who are smarter than him. If he wasn't an S, he would be an A. No sweat."
"Learning, logical reasoning, memorizing..." She continued the list in her mind, understanding the implications. It left her wondering though why when she had mentioned his intelligence he had averted his eyes and looked disturbed, while a few seconds after he answered all her questions with ease and a certain amount of satisfaction. It was like he enjoyed using it but not talking about it, probably because it implied talking about something else. "Now... About his S-Class Skill."
"Hmm..." Sienna's comment limited itself to that thoughtful hum as Grace found the page she was looking for, a round electronic mark with a big stylized 'S' a great helper in confirming it. "Skill Condition Number Two. S-Class. Surfaced at age 11."
"Event of surfacing: academic evaluation test." Grace brought a hand to her chin as she comprehended why an S-Class was allowed to skip academic years, and the irony of everything. He had manifested his Skill when he was being tested to confirm whether he could effectively jump three years and he had succeeded while at the same time something happened that made him reveal himself as an S-Class. Bureaucracy. "Nature of Skill: high power bioelectrogenesis. Presence of electric tissue." Grace turned to Sienna again. She understood the overall sense, but additional clarifications were welcome.
"Bioelectrogenesis is the biological production of electricity. Electric tissue... Well, you know how electric eels can shock their prey and eventual predators? That's because they have organs whose only purpose is to produce electricity, but not the small amounts used by the body for internal signals, you know? High amounts. Lethal amounts, for the old Sapiens. Now, those organs make up four fifths of an eel's body."
That made Grace grimace, thinking of a human with that same body condition. "Now we can't have a human like that, can we? As I said before, power and miniaturization. So, instead of electric organs, electric tissue. It replaces epidermis. They have the same functions but E-T can also produce electricity and isolates the body from that same and other electricity."
"It's not a natural S-Class Skill, though. Also, with the heightened intelligence... There must be a genetic malformation." Sienna nodded and pointed at the screen with one slender finger. "... Heightened brain activity causes involuntary high power discharges. Receptors in the electric tissue unable to differentiate different signals."
"Oh, poor thing... Do you understand what this means?" Sienna's lips closed up in a pouting expression as she went through the words herself. "Remember the body sends electric signals? Well, if he uses his brain too much, if he's under stress, his body gets confused. All the electricity in the brain starts going rogue and activates the electric tissue even if he doesn't want it."
"... Eight casualties." She could imagine the scene. The eight people immediately surrounding him while he was taking the test. No wonder his intelligence was a touchy subject. He would never be able to use it fully and she could tell that he liked learning. Sighing, she ejected Thomas' file and placed it back in its case, before opening the one with Catarina's name on it.
The most evident change was the picture, obviously. The picture showed a Catarina missing a couple years from the one Grace had met that morning, wearing a bright coloured sundress. The two adult women skipped quickly through the details about her personal and academic life, no traces of achievements such as Thomas' ones that would make the section more exhaustive, and found themselves at the section detailing her Skill.
"Surfaced at age twelve. Nature of Skill: Presence of an indefinite number of poisonous glands. Production of an indefinite number of toxins and poisons." That was more easily comprehended. The girl was an S-Class because of the nature of her Skill. Poisons didn't have many applications. The document followed with a list of substances the girl could produce."Arsenic pentoxide? Tetrodotoxin?!" Sienna squeaked as she went through the list. "Incredible! This girl can produce on her own even neurotoxins! This is wonderful!"
"Being a living biological hazard?" Grace commented. "I don't see what's so fascinating in it."
"Hmm... I wonder about that." Sienna commented, putting a finger to her lips. Grace focused on the file again.
"Event of surfacing: household activities?" When she was at home, and thinking about it she was worried about just how Catarina had discovered her Skill, since its only possible purpose was to harm objects or people. Strangely, the file wasn't any clearer on the matter. It just said that one person had gotten severely injured but didn't specify on the extension. Nor the identity, but it was normal. None of the 'victims' of S-Class were ever reported officially in the subject's files. 'It doesn't say anything about her having any deficits or genetic malformations in her Skill. That means that they're under her control, at least theoretically.' "And finally..." She had instinctively left Jason's file for last. The best for last, someone would say, but she wouldn't put it like that. It was more about the fact that he was the one who had left more of an impression on her. Slowly, she replaced the disk in her reader.
"There we go." Sienna declared as the file opened and she found herself mimicking Grace's facial expression as they laid eyes on the photograph on the file's first page. Eyes wide, mouth half open. "... That's really young."
"... Too young." The photo plastered on the first page of each S-Class file was taken the very day an S-Class Skill was evaluated in an individual and the child with a sad face staring back at them from the file's photograph couldn't have been more than eight years old.
Grace quickly scrolled down to the section pertaining the Skill, searching for... She gasped. "Age of surfacing: six years old!"
"Sweet mother of science." Sienna stated as she shoved her face forward, nearer to the screen. "I didn't think S-Class Skills ever showed up this early in an individual. The earliest should be eleven, twelve."
"This... This is terrible." Grace brought her right thumb to her lips, biting lightly at the nail. S-Class Skills users were by law to be removed from their families and any normal schools the moment they were evaluated and placed under the scrutiny of officials from the Home Department with the only company of peers in the same situation. She doubted there were any other S-Class users below the age of eleven in the whole country. That implied that not only had Jason been removed by his family at such a young age, he had been in complete isolation for five years. "Is that why he's so... Antagonizing?"
"The word's bitter." Sienna commented as she suddenly started scrolling down the file without waiting for Grace's input. "Now I really want to know what's his Skill!"
"W-Will you stop that!" Grace gained back control from the medic but probably only because she allowed her, since they had just reached the part that interested her. "Skill Condition. S-Class. Nature of Skill: generation of high amounts of an unknown energy. Strong kinetic force and high heat. Release occurs on violent contact of the bodily area around the limbs."
"... Whoever wrote this is an idiot." Sienna stated but didn't give the raised eyebrow of Grace much mind, confused by the nurse's words. "Study your physics, man. Well, in short, something happens when he kicks or punches something." Sienna put a hand to her left cheek, trying to imagine the exact meaning of those words turned into action, but it was difficult. "Darn, I hate when someone with an original Skill comes out and no one studies it carefully. The only way to understand what it does is to see it live. I mean, I can guess that its logical purpose is to damage things... But how does it damage things?! Damn regulations! So paranoid with security that they can't add a single video or picture of them using their Skills to these things?!"
"Nature of malformation." Grace focused on the screen instead of Sienna's outburst. "Anomaly in the tactile reception of hands. Slightest pressure or contact in the area causes release. Heightened speed and heat compared to the rest of the body." Grace read out loud. This time the description was understandable enough. She immediately thought of the fingerless gloves the teen had been wearing in class. "Those gloves are S-Guards."
"And he's a Double-S. His Skill's natural purpose is to harm and he can't touch anything with his hands bare the fingertips without activating it." Sienna added, thinking that Jason still had it better off than his younger friend. "Well, at least he doesn't risk exploding just because he thinks too hard. No handshakes anytime soon for him, though."
"If ever." Grace let out as she thought of the grim, familiar prospective Jason had coming for him. "... Alright. If you've sated your curiosity, I'd like you to go. I need to read the rest of the file and I'd like to have some quiet."
"Yeah, I'm good. Just stop by the infirmary or my room every now and then. Always happy to help." That was some strange wording. Grace turned around, seeing the exuberant doctor opening the door and stopping under its arc to give her one last look and a pleasant smile. "Believe me, you will need a little help. You've got your work cut out for you."
Grace kept her silence for a few seconds before nodding. Satisfied, Sienna left the room and closed the door behind her, leaving a young educator alone with her thoughts and a haunted child staring from a computer screen.
"... I guess the first day was half a failure." Grace mused as she stared at the ceiling of her room, the covers of her bed pulled up to her chest as she rested her arms over her stomach. "Half because I may have made some progress with Thomas and Catarina didn't seem particularly opposed to me, but Jason is going to distrust me all the way through this."
Grace knew that were lots of things that she could and needed to address to help the three students, considering what she had read in those files but she couldn't help them unless they were willing to let her do so and she understood that it was either all of them or no one at all. They had that kind of bond. "... I have to find a way... To put aside Jason, or better, his distrust. At least in the beginning." As long as even one of them distrusted her openly, the other two would pull back as well for solidarity. She didn't know how to make the Double-S like her yet, so she had to find a way to not let him influence the other two's opinion of her.
The question remained: how? She sighed and turned on one side, the soft shuffling of her covers lulling her to a sleep that was yet to come. Her mind went through what she knew of Jason, what she had learned from their short engage.
He seemed to be head-strong, quite stubborn and protective of his friends but not that eager to make new ones. He liked old era cinema and didn't seem to be particularly fond of studying. She blinked. "... Maybe I can use that?"
"Good morning, miss Kelly." Thomas greeted back and Catarina nodded in a courteous gesture. Jason just kept his silence as the woman took her seat, this time without incidents concerning the door.
"Regarding yesterday..." That made the three students perk up as they all gave the red-head their full attention. Then, she bowed her head. "I'm sorry."
"... What?" Jason let out, positively confused, more than his two friends who couldn't help but acquire an owlish expression. "You're... Sorry?"
"Yes. It was pretentious of me to think we could hit it off in a friendly manner from the first day." Grace continued, raising her head but keeping her gaze on the desk. "I knew of the kind of relationship you had with my predecessors and I knew I would have had to put some effort into earning your trust, but I still acted like we could immediately communicate on equal terms and comprehend each other. For that, I apologize."
"... I can't believe my ears." Jason said out loud. Either it was another trick or she was that passive and submissive. Frankly, he didn't like those kind of people very much.
"However." His thoughts stopped as Grace's voice took a turn from the meek to the serious. Her face matched the tone, as she stared down at the three with all the authority she could muster. "I'm still your teacher and your senior, and that entitles me to expect a certain amount of respect... And decorum."
"... Here we go." Jason said, shrugging his shoulders with a smirk as he looked in the direction of the sorely disappointed Thomas in a 'told you so' manner. If Catarina shared that emotion, she didn't show it.
"If you won't at least abide by that simple rule, you leave me no other choice." Grace continued, moving her eyes from member to member of the trio before settling them on Jason who just stared back smirking defiantly. "The next time your behaviour will not be to my liking..."
'Do your worst.' Jason waited, content with being proven right but at the same time angry that they had sent yet another one, although this time a civilian... That's when Grace smiled, full of mirth.
"We're gonna have a pop quiz." She declared, and all defiance and anger left place to confusion and then a feeling of impeding doom as realization descended on him. Thomas suddenly felt relieved and at the same time amused, while Catarina showed evident discomfort at the idea. "Which will impact your overall academic evaluation."
"Sonuva-!" Jason exclaimed as his eyes widened and he stood up from his seat. Thomas could no longer reign in his laughter and broke down in chuckles. "Y-You can't do that!"
"Actually, I can. And I will. But, don't be so worried." Grace continued, still smiling. Jason didn't like that smile anymore if he ever had. "After all, I can't possibly quiz you on something out of your curriculum. That wouldn't be fair. So, you just need to study constantly and mine will be just an empty threat since it's the only way I will ever try to 'punish' you. Good? Good."
"Jason." He got cut off by something that he feared. He had learned to. He turned around. There she was. Catarina in her fuelest mood, her furious stare enhanced by the way she talked through clenched teeth. "Shut up and start being on your best behaviour right. Now."
"... Okay." He acquiesced and slumped back in his seat, suddenly feeling really tired. Grace let out a low chuckle. She had seen right. There was one thing Jason and the others hated more than the usual brand of teachers they were presented with: the thought of having to prolong their forced acquaintance of such individuals by having to repeat an year. Bureaucracy. It allowed an S-Class to skip years and presented her with the right weapon to put aside Jason's animosity, to address later on once she had familiarized herself with his personality.
"Well, shall we begin the lesson?" She turned to the electronic blackboard, the victorious smile staying on her lips. Behind her, Thomas turned to the defeated Jason with a smile.
"She got you good." The blonde haired boy said and Jason answered with a grunt, a little frown replacing the 'contemplative' look.
"She really did... Since this way I will be the one to keep you in line." Catarina declared as she grabbed her electronic pad from under her desk and glared at her black haired friend. "Either you stop acting like an asshole or you'll find out exactly what a serious injury in the pelvic area feels like."
"... You know, I think you should cut on your swearing, then." That made her pause before realizing that Grace had never said that the rule applied to Jason only. She decided to shut up, a bright flush adorning her cheeks.
Jason glared at the teacher's back before groaning. 'Alright. She may not be like the other teachers, but she is evil!' He decided that while he didn't have proof that she would turn out like all her predecessors yet, he sure had proof of her inclination to cruelty... That, or she was really smart. He was more inclined to believe the first hypothesis, at that moment in time.
Well, will you look at that. Pop Quizzes made scary! Success! Meinos Kaen out!