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I realize that beaver management jokes are so a fortnight ago. Nevertheless, my wife – because she loves me – bought me a book on the subject.
(To be fair, she bought a whole bunch of other old paperbacks in the same lot.)
I read it. (Just so you know I have an excuse for not posting or keeping up with my Gerry Cohen reading.) An evil industrialist – who scorns these earnest bureaucrats who want to shut him down – dumps radioactive waste in the river. Result: 20 foot tall telepathic, teleporting beavers terrorize mankind. That’s fairly awesome.
I’ll type out the last page of the book. (Warning: contains plot spoilers!)
“The third possibility,” said Brogan. “The machine has undone the effects of the radiation. He is no longer a genius. He is a normal nine year old again.”
“Sinclair,” said Barney. “I’ve been thinking. I believe he did it on purpose. He wanted to be normal again. He did what he had to do.”
“Now then!” exclaimed Brogan. “That must be it.” He stroked his great beard thoughtfully. “The boy built the machine for us, saved humanity from the
menagemenace of the radio-active beavers, then decided that he didn’t want to be alone on his pedestal of super genius.”
“He must have known,” broke in Sinclair, “that the machine would neutralise the strange brain powers which the radio-activity had produced. I’m not really sorry though, it would have been a horrible thought to realize that there was a nine-year old child walking around with a brain powerful enough to destroy the universe.”
Discuss. Should the boy have ‘gone Galt’ instead?