"If my friends from the ghetto could only see me now!" Said Tom to his partner as he put his hand up to block the glimmer from the gigantic glacier he was surveying. He was on a survey of unique geological glacial features in Antarctica using the newest geometric equipment. It was a place that he had never thought he would visit when he was a child. But then his teachers had discovered he was a genius when he was a teenager and placed him in a school for gifted students.He flourished under their care. They even took samples of his genes so that they would be able to decipher his genome to better understand how he had such a gift. It was a glamorous life, playing with the newest gizmos, receiving generous funding for research and the like. And Tom had even escaped the curse of geniuses; he had remained genuine and even gentle. Everyone liked him.