The mind of a human being is not that much different from a computer in the terms of input, processing and output. But a human mind is more intricate and wonderful than a mass of wires and electrodes in so many different ways. From the tiny electrical signals pulsing through the brain to regulate breathing, temperature and heart rate all at once. Pity humanity couldn't put their minds to better use; it was such a waste of beautiful engineering. Jim rarely sought the company of actual humans, finding them too dull after a while. Jim could figure them out after a mere hour in their company. See how their minds processed the sensory information around them. The few people he chose to be around were carefully selected for their purposes. Sebastian Moran, the one he trusted above most was a crack shot and as cold hearted a man as Jim. He had unswerving loyalty in his boss, carrying out commands with a merciless efficiency. But his brain was still ordinary in comparison. Jim knew how it worked; Sebastian was so predictable in his actions and behaviours. What Jim wanted was an intellectual equal. He looked for someone who used their mind to its fullest capacity. Someone he could never quite pin down, someone whose mind was as restless as his.
That someone was Sherlock Holmes.
The exact way Jim had discovered The Science of Deduction was quite simple, people love to talk, whether they think you're listening or not. Idle gossip passed along to him, and it set in motion his curiosity for this man. He read the front page of the blog belonging to self titled 'Consulting Detective' and smiled thinly to himself. There was a man who was bored with the people around him, bored with their predicable behaviours and insignificant problems. What Sherlock looked for was something interesting and new to alleviate the monotony of life. Here Jim swore he felt his heart skip a beat, as cliché reaction as it was to finding the intellectual and emotional equal of yourself. Sherlock wanted to help those ordinary people, how adorable a concept. Jim helped them too, he helped them to realise their deepest desires and made it happen. Same sentiment, different side. 'Why does he want to show these stupid people around him kindness?' Jim wondered as he scanned through the case files. But that could be altered, all Sherlock needed was to know he wasn't the only person in the world with such a brilliant mind. Then he would stop playing with the ordinary people and come and play with him.
In the space of two hours Jim had read through the entire blog several times, analysing and storing every small detail he could about Sherlock and his work, and he wanted more. But Sherlock seemed to keep himself well hidden from the public eye, there were no photographs of him, or mentions in newspaper articles about the crimes he had helped to solve. Jim sat back in his chair; this was going to require some research and a fair amount of legwork.