Artemis stared at the computer with a serene expression. The calmness exuded contradicting his anger and frustration inside. He knew Fairies where real, the People; the evidence undeniable, But finding one was another matter entirely. He combed the internet relentlessly and as systematically as one could for overlapping, useless pages. But nought was to be found.
Artemis was good on a computer, a genius even. But he knew this was learnt; there was nothing instinctive about it and so he could only get so far. Artemis turned once more to a recently published DNA theory that had piqued his interest. Inside our DNA, inside each individual gene were tiny things that made up proteins that made up genes; micro-genes as they were unoriginally and tentatively named. Some people had natural abilities; photographic memory, vivid imagination, muscle memory for something, really feeling a beat in music, "sixth" sense... everything one could do without it being taught, merely stimulated. And these micro-gens had the code that gave you that. Some people have a lot of raw talent, others have next to none; but everyone has at least one micro-gene that gives a natural talent, even if it was just muscle memory for cleaning clothes efficiently.
But the gene had to be stimulated; something to jolt it awake. Artemis considered the theory; the science was sound. 'If someone had an affinity for computers and their language; like some seem to have in the past, just without there actually being any computers around; with my knowledge and experience given to them...then they could get the necessary information, far faster than I could, given the right incentive of course.' But who, and what would be the necessary incentive to wake a micro-gene?
"Butler!" A huge, muscled man stepped forwards with grace a man of his size should by no rights have. He had a military-cut and attentive eyes that locked on Artemis' own as he came over.
"Yes Sir?" Came a deep, clean cut voice.
"I need blood - a few drops for all children in Senior Schools" Butler blinked. Having not been privy to Artemis' thoughts, this sudden request had caught him off guard. Butler tried to recover quickly as he attempted to understand why Artemis needed teenagers' blood.
"How?" Artemis sighed before answering.
"All Secondary Schools have vaccinations Butler; at that time the government takes a small sample of each student s blood for identification reasons, not to mention forensics." Butler nodded, amazed at his logic. "I'm sure we have at least one of your contacts that can supply us with that?" Butler nodded and went to exit the room as Artemis settled back in his chair. As Butler reached the door he paused.
"In Ireland, Artemis?"
"Actually, I was thinking more of Great Britain."