Club Genius

[Adam Deulane]

"That's because you don't count something as an accomplishment unless it has a chance of burning off your eyebrows," Adam said with a scowl. But he didn't seem to really be offended, and the word 'kind' a smile flicked across his face. "I thought you'd like it," he said as he examined their combined, multicolored scrawling on the whiteboard.

He nodded at Cee's request. "Of course. As long as you let me know when you're going to get started." He rubbed his chin again in anticipation. "Maybe this Saturday I can meet you down in the lab and we'll see what we can spin up."

[Cee Cohen]

“That is not verified,” Cee said indignantly. “I enjoy activities that involve the continued existence of my eyebrows. I happened to be a very successful computer programmer before I came here and it didn’t include creating humongous explosions.” He nodded so enthusiastically that he had to catch his glasses. “Oh, yes. I do enjoy it quite a lot, yes indeed.”

Cee shook his head. “I won’t be available this Saturday. I’m attempting to attend some kind of event with my son. To get to know him better. But Monday I will remain here longer and we can begin to work on this.” He tapped the board then put the marker down. “Agreed?”

[Adam Deulane]

"Are you sure about that?" Adam mused. "I've seen some of your programs." He smiled. To have someone who enjoyed the numbers like he did, to be able to share the beauty and excitement of it with someone...it buoyed him up like almost nothing else.

"Agreed," he said with a firm nod. He had begun gathering up his papers for his next class. "I'm looking forward to it." And with that he followed Cee Cohen, his friend, out of the room.