Twenty Third Chapter

At the restaurant.

"Esme, sorry for making you wait." He came in and sees the beautiful Esme already sitting, waiting for him.

Esme stands and smiles.

"Its fine. We said lunch. Besides, while waiting i solved up an equation that i thought 3 hours ago was hard."

Appreciating her beauty as others are doing. Her smile and joyful expression lit up the already lavish restaurant.

Amused by her intelligence as he remembered she is a walking calculator.

Number 1 rule during a date, let the girl talk and just listen. Make it all about her. Once you are in a relationship, dont mind her needs anymore, concentrate in you. Only you. Be selfish. Pro tip guys.

"An equation? Tell me, maybe i can solve it." John at her.

Esme looks at him with a confident smile, as if she doubts if he solves it. But its John who is asking, is her beloved. If other will ask to solve her equation, she will surely demean them as they try outdo their coverage.

"Ok... But i doubt you can solve it. Its hard." She started writing on the newspaper.

"Unsinkable Titanic sinks! Kills 300 people!" He reads.

"We're on the papers?"

"Yes. The mermaids made the papers too. I applaud journalism in America." She chuckles.

"Have you seen the mermaid?"

"No. you?"

"No." She lied, she seen not only one but two.

"Yeah. Maybe they were just seeing things, hallucinating because of the tragedy.."

"Thousand people hallucinating same object of referrence?" She stressed thousand cause she is one of the thousand.

"You have a point."

"Hmm. No matter. This is the equation. Try if you can best my time, exactly 1 hour and 18 minutes." She looks at her pocket watch.

Looking at it.

"Sky, help!"

"Boss. I suggest you dont answer this equation at all or solve it a year later. This mathematical equation should be unsolvable in 200 hundred years of human knowledge. As we converse, i am formulating methods to solve the equation. My estimate, i can solve this in 36 hours."

"Fucker!!!!!! Sky...you cant be serious. Your computing power is like trillions or quadrillion times. You made a freaking time machine and can make robots out of humans." John do not believe what she said.

"Boss. Lady Esme is a genius. She can remember her 2 year old memories."

"Photographic memory!" He exclaimed.

"Not that simple Boss. Lady Esme is a genius among geniuses if she thoigjt of this problem and solved it."

"I know she is a genius the moment she became a walking calculator."

"Not right Boss. I took liberty scanning the brain activity of Lady Esme, the result is off the charts. She is using 53% of her brain. While u Boss and all modern human beings, except a few, only using roughly 10%."

"Are u serous Sky?!!!!!!! If you say that... Esme is a super genius!!!!"

"She is a world treasure! A once in a million years human."

"A world treasure...hey...theres a movie..Lucy..she used her brain to 100% full capacity...then she got superpowers...even beyond 10% she had abilites...is it possible she...Esme will have abilities?"

"Boss, this is not impossible. There are mermaids in this world...and you."

"Im true. Mermaids are lores."

"Boss, if a thousand people saw mermaids, it ought to be true. Although i am an AI, i compute probabilities."

"But i have not seen one."

"Have u seen the Pyramids in Egypt?"

"No."

"But the Ehyptians saw them Boss."

John is speechless.

"This is a bad analogy."

John looking at Esme in a new light.

"I infer boss, base on the data collected, her brain will continue to develop."

"Thats...crazy. why isnt she in history books in the future?"

"Because she died on Titanic, boss."

"Right. In that sense, i really changed the world by saving 1,517 lives."

"Not correct Boss. Because of you, history changed. Just the breath you take, will change the future that you and i know."

"Butterfly effect." John realized.

"Yes Boss. But with your godly powers, the future ypu decide will be the future of the world. God."

"The future i decide will be the future of the world...." John repeated. He loved this sentence.

"But god, either capital G or small letter g...pass! In movies, books and animes, gods are killed by humans...weak mortal humans...im okay being weak human though not mortal."

"Human is the best...." John evaluates his future route in life.

Smiling at John who is intently looking at the equation with ever so changing expression, the roller coaster of surprise, awe, horror and admiration to her as he steals glances at her cannot be hidden to her.

She can say John needs a lot of time. A lot of time. Maybe 100 years.

Breathing out.

"Esme, my love, Einstein got nothing on you, really. Your way way way genius than he is. Way way way way smarter." John declared empathetically.

Esme taken a back. Nowhere she expects John or someone to say that to her. The praise and verification made her happy. Especially when John called her my love. Butterflies in the stomach.