Disclaimer: Eoin Colfer owns these characters. Not me.
My name is Artemis Fowl II. And I am a genius. Everyone knoaws that, who knows anything about me. No one questions that fact. If they did, they would be looking for their head, because Butler would have something to say to them. And I would be looking on with raised eyebrows. Not that anyone questions my intelligence.
I also raise my eyebrows when anyone is being stupid. Which means that I should probably just keep them up all the time. As it is, my eyebrows are raised so often that they sometimes disappear altogether.
I have not met anyone on a par with me when it comes to brains, and I doubt I ever will. If this were not a document encrypted with ten passwords, 25 cryptograms, retina scanning devices, fingerprint sensors, voice recorders, several numeric viruses implanted for anyone who enters that is not me, and a self destruct device, I would not say what I'm about to. As it is, I am loath to speak the words. To save my feelings, I will write it so far down the page that everyone will have lost interest by the time they get to the end. I hope.
I
am
lonely.
You see, the thing about being a genius is that everyone expects you to be one. Everyone is scared of you. If you get an answer wrong, they persecute you. You have no friends. You have never been understood. You have so many secrets that there are secrets within secrets, lies within lies. And if anyone ever discovers that you aren't the person they think you are, your life would end.
No one knows you for who you are. They know the outer shell, the person they think they see. Not the person who really is.
And that is why I am lonely.