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| Oh, you are truly unique. |
Incredible! I'm struggling to determine who you really are. So many talents and diverse knowledge in one person! I always thought that the era of universal geniuses, like Leonardo da Vinci, was over, but your very existence disproves this statement. However, there is another possibility… Allow me to be curious, are you, by any chance, Google? |
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Incredible! I'm struggling to determine who you really are. So many talents and diverse knowledge in one person! I always thought that the era of universal geniuses, like Leonardo da Vinci, was over, but your very existence disproves this statement. However, there is another possibility… Allow me to be curious, are you, by any chance, Google?
Frankly, it doesn't really matter what your specific field of expertise is. You're a young, carefree individual with a great sense of humor. You're the lifeblood of any research institute. You're the one who ensures genuine progress in scientific development, or at least the appearance of it – it's up to you. Your motto: you may not be a scientist, but you must become a candidate.
Your whole life is about searching. The secret and amazing corners of the world call and beckon you, and you are terribly sorry that you won't have enough time to visit them all. But when you are completely overwhelmed by the mundane routine, you would rather be drilling in some strange place where there is no one, and only the starry sky above your head, the breath of God at your back, and an amazing feeling of freedom. Upon your return, you become sane again and love humanity. Until the wind of wanderlust calls you again.
There's nothing more boring than a crowd; it's individuals who make history. And you, without a doubt, are an individual with a slight touch of grandiosity, but who would dare say you don't have reason for it? It's true that sometimes you feel like you were born a little too late. As if the exquisite aroma of past events, the thunder of bygone battles, and the intrigues of politicians and kings are swirling around you. And only fools could mistake this refined scent for the smell of mothballs. Because you know for sure: peoples who have forgotten their history have no future.
Everything that grows and breathes are your best friends. Your cacti bloom, cats cuddle up to you. You are part of this world, you are crazy about it, and it reciprocates. On summer evenings, you love to sit somewhere outside the city, listening to the grass grow, the crickets chirp, and the birdsong gradually fade. And in that moment, the world revolves around you.
You're the type who uses algebra to check harmony, and in doing so, finds flaws in that harmony. Your logic is so impeccable that it sometimes borders on madness. You treat people with caution, but with a computer, you don't even address it as "you," but rather as "you, you bastard." You are sometimes accused of being detached from reality and living in a world of your own. But perhaps this whole world is just a game of your brilliant mind.