he meant by principalities and powers, but at least he didnât talk down to me.
There were a dozen computer jobs I could have taken now that I was a big hero; but I chose to work with Ackerman. For one thing, heâd asked me to. His research was interesting, and there was a lot I could do for him.
I didnât mind his interest in me, especially if I was going to be an assistant. But I didnât like the way he kept asking about the others. Albert, Fly, and Arlene had lots of military stuff to keep them busy. Ken was recovering in the hospital; whenever we talked, he tired out quickly.
âThere is every indication that Ken is also a genius,â Ackerman said, smiling.
âAt least heâs unwrapped.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âI was, uh, making a joke. He looked like a mummy when we rescued him from the train. When I look at him now, I think of a . . . mummy.â
âYes, yes,â he replied. âYou and Ken were worth the sacrifices the others made.â
âThey were very brave.â
âNormal specimens,â he said to himself.
People who talk to themselves are overheard sometimes.
âWhat do you mean?â I asked.
He looked up from his clipboard and blinked at me through his heavy black-rimmed glasses. âSorry. Iâm spending too much time in the lab. I only meant that if the human race is going to survive, we must harvest all of our geniuses.â
Iâd been called a genius ever since I was a kid. Sometimes I got tired of it. âWhatâs a genius?â I asked.
He had a quick answer. âAnyone who can think better than his neighbor.â
âThere must be a lot of geniuses, then.â
He smiled. âDonât be a smart aleck or I wonât show you my collection.â
Iâd always found it hard to shut up. âHow do you know whoâs so smart?â
He placed a fatherly hand on my shoulder. I didnât hold that against him. He had no way of knowing I wasnât looking for a dad.
âJill, the military keeps records. Sometimes I think itâs all theyâre really good at doing. If your military friends had unusually high IQs or other indications of special mental attributes, weâd know.â
âI thought a lot of records were lost during the invasion.â
He laughed. It didnât sound as if he was enjoying a joke. âYou should be a lawyer.â
âNo, thanks.â
âThis base had thorough documents on military personnel of all the services before Doom Day.â
âDoom Day?â
âThatâs what weâre calling the first day of the invasion. By the way, I notice youâre trying to change the subject. You are a genius, Jill. You might find it interesting that your last name, Lovelace, is the same as that of Augusta Ada King Lovelace, an English mathematician who has been called the worldâs first computer programmer.â
It was amazing how much trivia Ackerman carried in his head. While we were talking, I followed him into the largest laboratory Iâd ever seen: an underground warehouse theyâd allowed Dr. Ackerman to turn into his private world. Clearance was a cinch: he ran the lab.
I wanted to get him off the subject of my friends. The way he talked about them made me uncomfortable. Theyâd been sort of ignoring me lately. At least that was how it felt. I didnât want to be disloyal to them when I was already pissed off. I wasnât a rat.
Besides, maybe they were purposely giving me time to be alone. Arlene had said I could really be a pill when I was in one of my moods.
Well, why shouldnât I be? Albert and Arlene had a thing for each other. When they were like that they didnât want anyone else around, not even Fly. But lately Arlene was spending more time with Fly. They had this really gross brother-sister kind of thing going. When I first met them, I thought there might be something else between them. I