Disclaimer- I certainly do not own Satomi Hakase. I only wished I owned Al. ;)

I'll be completely honest: Hakase is probably my least favorite character, not just because she annoys me, but because I just don't seem to notice her existence. She's like Antarctica. There but not there...sorry if you like her!

Enjoy! :)

Albireo first sight of the Satomi Hakase was not of the kid genius herself, but of a giant piece of machinery she wheeled into the room.

"Colonel Sanders," she announced. "How would you like to become a robot?"

There was much that Al could think to say to this, so he went with politeness.

"No, thank you."

The genius's eyes become demon-like in their fearsome strength, intensified by the glasses she wore. "This is the chance of a lifetime, Colonel-san!"

"I'm sure it isn't, Satomi-san. I'll have a long lifetime."

"How long?" smirked Satomi.

Al smirked right back at her. "Long enough to throw off Japan's average life expectancy singlehandedly."

The glean in her eyes became even brighter. "I've never had an immortal subject before. Eva won't let me experiment on her, not after what happened to Chachamaru..."

"Is something wrong with Chachamaru?" asked Al, concerned.

"Let's just say the Chachamaru you know is the second model..." replied Satomi, laughing nervously.

Al slid back in his chair. "I'm not sure why you'd think I would want to be a test subject..."

"I never said you would be willing..." cackled Satomi, a sound almost enough to make Al start running for the hills. Almost, but not quite there.

"I doubt you'd be able to force me."

"I guess I'll have to stop pressing the issue..." sighed Satomi. "Hey, if I can't make you a cyborg, could I test your semen?" she asked casually.

Al did his very best not to react in any sort of way, although he was reeling from shock inside. These girls had a way of doing that. "Why?"

"To see if your secret is in there. I'm also curious to see what makes it so potent. You claim to have father ten percent of the world's population-"

"Not directly," amended Al.

Satomi continued undaunted. "-so I wanted to ascertain whether or not your semen was unique, or you just had sex with lots and lots of people."

Al chuckled. "I think it's probably the latter. In case you're curious, ninety-three percent of all native-born Egyptians are directly descended from me."

"Ninety-three percent?" repeated Satomi, impressed. "That's a lot of nookie."

"I'm afraid I'd have to agree," said Al sheepishly. "But that was a long time ago."

"Must not have spent a lot of time with your families?"

"Ah...well...I was a different man then. And when I did try it usually ended in disaster, so I thought it best to leave my children. I am not a family man by nature."

"Did you ever try?" accused Satomi.

"Yes," replied Al shortly. "More than once. The last time I made a serious attempt I ended up hung in a witch trial. Since then I don't stick around, with few exceptions."

Satomi brought out a notebook. "You should tell me why, just for posterity."

"Ah, Satomi-san, I've already deal with Asakura-san. You're not going to get me that way." he replied breezily.

She snapped her fingers. "Darn. You don't think I'm descended from you, do you?"

"No, you're much too intelligent for that."

"You sell yourself short," she grinned. "You're the smartest man I've ever met."

"My intelligence is acquired. It's not possible to live as long as I have to not pick up something here and there. You're pure genius, a talent born only once every century."

"And Chao's next century's, I suppose?"

"Excatly."

She smiled a real, earnest smile. "It's a rare treat for two geniuses of two centuries to work together. I'm very grateful to have had that chance."

"As a philosopher, it is gratifying to see things like that happen."

She laughed. "You don't strike me as much as a philosopher."

"Really? I was quite well known back in the day, as Chibisuke."

"If Yue-san hears you call her that you'll have hell to pay."

Al wondered if he should be afraid and decided that, yes, he should. "She can be a force to be reckoned with...or so I've heard."

"Yes," nodded Satomi. "I've seen it happen...but not near me. I prefer to do my mad scientist routine in private."

"Speaking of which, I think I'll have to deny you the right to my semen."

She visibly pouted and whined. "Why?"

"I'd hate to deny the bottom of my shower its presence," replied Al gleefully. "After all, my semen has been keeping it company for nearly ten years now."

Satomi wrinkled her nose. "I suppose I had that one coming."

"But women can't...oh! A figure of speech." Albireo could never miss an opportunity for an innuendo, even if it was as blatant as that.

"I think I should be taking my leave..."

"You're the one who brought up semen," he replied. "And if you go now, you'll never learn about the original Arabic boats, which were run on early motors...but you can go, I'll still remember in a hundred years..."

Satomi remained glued to her seat for the next three hours, the two of them talking on and on about the mechanics of ancient societies. She never grew bored, and it was nice for Al to have a willing ear to listen to him.

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