1 Future (II)
Being young means that your life can be totally dependent on the adult surrounding you. Being an adult, especially for those who are parents, means that you have the responsibility to plan for or safeguard the young's future. However, who knows what's right and what's wrong?
Two days later, in England
"Dad, can I stay here for ten more minutes? Please." Edward ignored his daughter's request and brought her to her bedroom. "Sleep now, little goosey. It is half past eleven now. Say goodnight to mom and dad." He said, putting her to bed at the same time. "Okay, good night, dad; good night, mom." the little girl said in a rather sleepy voice. Soon she fell asleep, Edward patted his daughter softly, looking at her affectionately. She was not particularly lovely or pretty, or let's say she would not attract anyone's attention by her appearance. She looked naïve, just like the children at the same age. But once you looked into her eyes, you would find something different. Curiosity filled the eyes of this three-year-old girl. It was not the curiosity that children commonly had, it was the curiosity to seek for true knowledge. Just then, Edward taught her how stars formed and how to use the telescope. She grew very excited and asked a lot of questions: Why do stars shine? Why don't they fall? If they are the same as the sun, why can't we feel the heat? Etc. Edward was pleased with his daughter, he saw that she was a special girl and she needed special education. However, at the same time, he worried about her future, too. As he was deep in his thought, his wife sat down on the bedside on their daughter's bed, soothing their daughter. "You shouldn't spoil her that much. Children of the same age ought to sleep at nine." She said quietly, with a slight-accusing but light tone. "You can't let her down when she is so excited about…" "Stars and you can't stop talking about stars once you begin." Verona, his wife, completed his sentence with a smile. Making a funny face and kissing her hand at the same time, he said, "Just like you when you talk about volcanoes. Let's leave her alone"
The couple went out of the room and relaxed in the sofa. "How's your preparation of tomorrow's conference?" asked Edward. Verona answered, "Well, I've done what I can do. Edward…" the sentence faded. She noticed that he was again deep in thoughts. She waited for awhile. "Have I disturbed your talking?" Edward suddenly asked. "No, Edward. You look worried, what's the matter?" Verona anxiously asked, looking deep into his eyes. "Nothing matters… Oh Verona, is the University of Montreal still willing to offer a position of associate professor to you?" "Yes, but… why? Do you want to leave here?" Verona was quite confused. She had to admit that her husband was a very clever person and very to- the –point, so she couldn't help worrying when Edward wandered about his thoughts. Edward was silent again for about three minutes, at last he took both of Verona's hand and said, "It was Enrica whom I worried so much. A very important looking officer has visited me today. I believe he is Colonel Max, he said that our daughter was very special and would like us to send her to some tests. At first, I didn't really understand what he meant, slowly I began to figure out that he thought our daughter was a 'newtype'." Edward admitted that he hated the word 'newtype', because he thought that the evidence of the existence of 'newtypes' or scientific term 'homo sapien neo' was not strong enough to persuate him to believe it. Verona was quite shocked, she knew her daughter was intelligent, extraordinary intelligent indeed. She could at that time calculate multiples and began to recognise different forms to rocks. It was extraordinary for a girl aged three, but the question was: What is a newtype? She has heard a bit, but she also knew that there were contraversies in this topic. She understood why Edward was so worried, since their daughter would surely be taken away from them if she was really a newtype. She wanted her to stay beside her and taught her things herself. There were rumours that all newtypes found would soon be trained to become soldiers. She couldn't imagine how Enrica grew up as a soldier and fought in the space wars.
She looked at Edward with firm determination and said, "I'll take up the post in Montreal." Montreal was one of the few places at that time, which was not one of the members of the Federation. I will not let them use Enrica for war, thought Edward. I will leave her a chance to choose for herself.
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Well, I think from now on, I have to explain a few things. First, I will put my interpretation of 'newtypes' in the story (a sound scientific one). Second, Enrica is the first name of Edward and Verona's daughter (Guess what's the middle and last name?) Third, what's the different between a genius like Enrica, and a 'newtype' Jamil. Will this lead to any difference in their fate?
Please read and review.
Being young means that your life can be totally dependent on the adult surrounding you. Being an adult, especially for those who are parents, means that you have the responsibility to plan for or safeguard the young's future. However, who knows what's right and what's wrong?
Two days later, in England
"Dad, can I stay here for ten more minutes? Please." Edward ignored his daughter's request and brought her to her bedroom. "Sleep now, little goosey. It is half past eleven now. Say goodnight to mom and dad." He said, putting her to bed at the same time. "Okay, good night, dad; good night, mom." the little girl said in a rather sleepy voice. Soon she fell asleep, Edward patted his daughter softly, looking at her affectionately. She was not particularly lovely or pretty, or let's say she would not attract anyone's attention by her appearance. She looked naïve, just like the children at the same age. But once you looked into her eyes, you would find something different. Curiosity filled the eyes of this three-year-old girl. It was not the curiosity that children commonly had, it was the curiosity to seek for true knowledge. Just then, Edward taught her how stars formed and how to use the telescope. She grew very excited and asked a lot of questions: Why do stars shine? Why don't they fall? If they are the same as the sun, why can't we feel the heat? Etc. Edward was pleased with his daughter, he saw that she was a special girl and she needed special education. However, at the same time, he worried about her future, too. As he was deep in his thought, his wife sat down on the bedside on their daughter's bed, soothing their daughter. "You shouldn't spoil her that much. Children of the same age ought to sleep at nine." She said quietly, with a slight-accusing but light tone. "You can't let her down when she is so excited about…" "Stars and you can't stop talking about stars once you begin." Verona, his wife, completed his sentence with a smile. Making a funny face and kissing her hand at the same time, he said, "Just like you when you talk about volcanoes. Let's leave her alone"
The couple went out of the room and relaxed in the sofa. "How's your preparation of tomorrow's conference?" asked Edward. Verona answered, "Well, I've done what I can do. Edward…" the sentence faded. She noticed that he was again deep in thoughts. She waited for awhile. "Have I disturbed your talking?" Edward suddenly asked. "No, Edward. You look worried, what's the matter?" Verona anxiously asked, looking deep into his eyes. "Nothing matters… Oh Verona, is the University of Montreal still willing to offer a position of associate professor to you?" "Yes, but… why? Do you want to leave here?" Verona was quite confused. She had to admit that her husband was a very clever person and very to- the –point, so she couldn't help worrying when Edward wandered about his thoughts. Edward was silent again for about three minutes, at last he took both of Verona's hand and said, "It was Enrica whom I worried so much. A very important looking officer has visited me today. I believe he is Colonel Max, he said that our daughter was very special and would like us to send her to some tests. At first, I didn't really understand what he meant, slowly I began to figure out that he thought our daughter was a 'newtype'." Edward admitted that he hated the word 'newtype', because he thought that the evidence of the existence of 'newtypes' or scientific term 'homo sapien neo' was not strong enough to persuate him to believe it. Verona was quite shocked, she knew her daughter was intelligent, extraordinary intelligent indeed. She could at that time calculate multiples and began to recognise different forms to rocks. It was extraordinary for a girl aged three, but the question was: What is a newtype? She has heard a bit, but she also knew that there were contraversies in this topic. She understood why Edward was so worried, since their daughter would surely be taken away from them if she was really a newtype. She wanted her to stay beside her and taught her things herself. There were rumours that all newtypes found would soon be trained to become soldiers. She couldn't imagine how Enrica grew up as a soldier and fought in the space wars.
She looked at Edward with firm determination and said, "I'll take up the post in Montreal." Montreal was one of the few places at that time, which was not one of the members of the Federation. I will not let them use Enrica for war, thought Edward. I will leave her a chance to choose for herself.
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Well, I think from now on, I have to explain a few things. First, I will put my interpretation of 'newtypes' in the story (a sound scientific one). Second, Enrica is the first name of Edward and Verona's daughter (Guess what's the middle and last name?) Third, what's the different between a genius like Enrica, and a 'newtype' Jamil. Will this lead to any difference in their fate?
Please read and review.