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|Prodigy (standard:Flash, 1216 words)|
|Author: Reid Laurence||Added: May 19 2006||Views/Reads: 2296/1214||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A child prodigy creates the surprise of a lifetime!|
“Dad, I'm hungry,” I heard my daughter say from where she was sitting on the living room sofa. At four years old, she was no where near capable of preparing her own meals and so I saw to it that she got something nutritious and fun to eat while she sat watching her favorite programs on t.v. Busy with my own work - writing home inspection reports - I wasn't always sure exactly what it was that she busied herself with or what she watched. I just tried to keep her safe and occupied until her mom got home, thinking that her Barbie dolls and tiny porcelain tea sets would keep her busy until five-fifteen rolled around and Mary would finally arrive home. But today, when I walked in to answer her request for something to eat, I was shocked to find her sitting there on the couch, practically glued to a televised college course on advanced finite three-dimensional geometry. While the teacher expounded on the virtues of live graphic 3D applets, I could see that she was fascinated by the complex wire-frame forms taking shape on the screen - revolving in different directions before her eyes - and had to wonder to myself just how much of this kind of information a child of four could possibly be absorbing. “Ellie,” I said, sitting down next to her. “Mom just got you a brand new Barbie car with room enough for ken and the whole gang. Don't you wanna take it for a spin around the living room? Sure looks like fun, doesn't it?” “I guess.” “I don't understand El. Why don't I put all the dolls in it an give you a head start?” “I don't think so dad. Not now. Besides, I'm hungry.” “Okay,” I answered. “We got bologna an we got peanut butter. What'll it be?” “Bologna. But could you cut it into a shape?” “You bet,” I answered, feeling sure of myself. “I can do squares or triangles, take yer pick.” “Well... “ she answered, after some deliberation. “I was really thinking more on the order of an Augmented Hexagonal Prism.” “A what?” “It's not as tough as it sounds,” she explained. “The teacher just showed the class the pattern and I think I can remember it. I'll help you with it.” “Are you sure Ellie? I mean, wouldn't it be easier to just cut some triangles and let it go at that? I gotta get back to what I was do'in. I really don't have much time.” “It's okay,” she answered, after some careful thought. “I can use my Play-Doh tools and cut it myself. Besides, the shape I really wanted to see was a Great Stellated Truncated Dodecahedron, but I didn't wanna bother you with details.” “Don't worry about me,” I replied. “If that's what'cha wanna do, then fine,” thinking that she'd no sooner be able to create a form like that, then I could be nominated for the presidency of the United States. “I'll get the bread and bologna and you go get your tools, and if you need me, I'll be in the computer room finishing up my report. Fair enough?” “That's fine dad,” she said. And as she wandered off to look in her toy chest for her plastic Play-Doh tools, I had to wonder to myself just what in the world a child who was not yet even in kindergarten was doing even so much as contemplating such an incredibly complicated form - consisting of roughly one hundred complex surfaces - and approach the whole thing as if it were just a kind of interesting game to play while passing the time of day. As I walked back to my office, wondering what might have been responsible for putting such thoughts into her head in Click here to read the rest of this story (68 more lines)
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