Future Man quickly glanced across the textbook, absorbing the symbols and spending a silent minute doing some calculations.
“73, 5ipi, square root of the hypotenuse, integral of the derivative of 1…” He flipped to the back of the book and sure enough, his answers were just as correct as always. “Man this is pointless.” and he closed the book after 2 minutes of studying for the big, huge, end of the year final.
The next day in class, before the test started, he saw his fellow smart person, Ethyl Gumbeldorfer, quite disheveled, bags under her eyes, hair messed up, about to pass out.
“Get a good nights sleep?”
“Shut the hell up. I cant wait for this to finally be over. Ive never studied so hard.”
“…uh yeah me too”
During the test, the normals constantly pestered Future Man “move over” “move your paper over here” “whats number 5” and since he was finished and wasnt allowed to do anything except sit there, he was more than happy to oblige.
Ethyl, on the other hand was an impenetrable fortress, arms wrapped around the test, head down, hissing at anyone who came close.
“How can you let those jerks take advantage of your hard work? they probably didnt study at all!” she angrily asked after the test.
“I guess im just a real great altruistic guy?” he said with as much indifference as you can possibly put into a sentence.