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Re: Everybody Is A Genius by sammyLuvin(m): 1:10pm On Mar 13
As the two of a kind strode towards the café, they caught sight of Cynthia and Pete moving ahead of them.

Ted said, “Henry, don’t tell me you’re still not able to get Cynthia till now.”

“Well… it’s been a long time I tried last.”

“You ain’t serious!” Ted tapped Henry on the scruff. “I’ve told you that you can have her in your control. Use you ma—”

“Hold it!” Henry cut his words short. “Don’t you dare bring this topic again—huh!” He held Ted’s collar tight. “I’ll sure get her naturally and I’m already on it.”

“By joining the basketball team, isn’t it?”

“You’re right,” Henry smiled as he let go of Ted’s clothes, but Ted’s attire was already crinkled by the rough grip, though Ted never paid a bit of attention to that.

Still pacing along, Ted broke the silence that was trailing them. He whispered to Henry, “Let’s play a trick on the twosome right away.”

“How?” asked Henry ignorantly, and Ted pulled him, whispering an idea into his right ear. The idea culminated in smiles.

Ted sprinted towards the lovers and violently knocked down Pete. Then he pounced on him, beating him up without a cause. Cynthia was helpless as she was looking at her lover being dealt with but Henry suddenly came to their rescue, pulling Ted forcefully away from Pete. Henry made to give Ted a terrific slap on the cheek, but it landed on Ted’s face instead, his eyes getting most of the impact.

Ted remained on the floor, face down, when Henry was assisting Pete to get up. Pete clapped his hands, not for Henry, but to get rid of the dirt on his soiled palms. Then he beat the rest of his body thoroughly to get rid of the particles on his attire. Pete was not mindful enough to say a word of thanks.

However, Henry lurched forward to have a hug from Cynthia, or at least shake hands with her.

“Thank you,” Cynthia expressed with a chaste manner as she put her hand forward for a shake, but Henry held it briskly and gave it a light buss. Pete was wroth.

“How dare you!” flushed Pete and Henry stepped back, “Never you try such a thing again in your life, else you shall be the only person to witness your death.”

Though Henry knew it was just an empty threat, since he was aware of Pete’s cowardice, he replied, “I’m very sorry, I don’t mean to hurt your feelings” in a tone that was suggesting his penitence. Then he traipsed away, looking back intermittently. He caught sight of Cynthia staring blandly at him in a stupefied manner.

Still fixing her gaze towards Henry’s direction, Pete pulled roughly at Cynthia’s arm and gushed, “What’re you gaping at? You’d better go after him if you want.” Being jolted, Cynthia stammered, “Oh, it—it’s nothing.”

The two ambled into the cafeteria.

Allowing the two lovers to get inside the structure, Ted leapt up and hurried away to catch up with Henry. Blinking his red and watery eyes, Ted said, “The plan worked, only that you almost blinded me with that slap on the face.”

“Oh!” Henry expressed pity, “My intention was not to slap you on the face. I had wanted to return to you the slap you gave to me three days ago—the one you told me Susie kept with you. I’m sorry it landed on your face; I’d targeted your cheek.” Henry’s joke angered Ted and he chased playfully after Henry, perhaps to give him as good as he got.

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Re: Everybody Is A Genius by sammyLuvin(m): 5:46am On Mar 15
CHAPTER TWENTY
THE YOUNGER TED

. Henry and Ted were dressed in special attires. Ted was wearing a striped long-sleeved top and a black waistcoat. He had on his neck a thick and well made red bolo tie, which he had taken much time before the mirror to set. A wide hat was also fitted into Ted’s moderately big head, making him to appear like a cowboy.
In the other hand, Henry was on a lustrous and velvety smooth jacket. His boot was strong and it was white. He had a white inner coat too. He also set a wide-face goggle before his head. They stared at their images in a mirror, spicing up themselves with many eau de cologne as they were preparing for the promotions in Gyrus they had envisioned.
They had ideated that by showing the wand and telling the story of their journeys to Selemis Cave and the Nile River, they would get promotions. Nevertheless, they doubted if the magistrates would believe the latter story, (the journey to get the knife in the Nile River) since there was no knife to present.
Before leaving for Gyrus, the boys interacted with each other:
“Henry, do you know that I don’t know how I’ll feel today, being honored as one of the two who has overcome the Power Guard?”
“It’s going to be superb,” replied Henry. “The whole Gyrus will give us some standing ovations as they welcome us, the two new Power Guards, to the podium.”
“Wait a minute. How will the dean feel?”
“I’ve not given that a thought.” Henry recollected something and asked, “Ted, hope you’ve not told the dean about our encounter with Kent Robins in the Island of Forgetfulness.”
“Why should I?” Ted asked a rhetorical question. “If I had, be sure that the man would have collected it by coercion from us to earn a reward.”
Henry meditated briskly and asked Ted suddenly, “Ted, I don’t know which is more superior, the position of Power Guard or Assistant Head Lieutenant.”
“I felt the latter is superior, but all I know was this—Power Guards are always powerful people. I can assure you, Professor Wilson was scared of Professor Kent Robins.”
“How do you know?” demanded Henry inquisitively.
“The two had a clash about two and half years ago, when I was just initiated. The dean told me something then, which made me realize this,” Ted said frankly.
“What did he tell you?”
“Professor asked me not to tell anybody,” smiled Ted, “So, I’ll not tell you.”
Henry pondered quickly on the trick to play on Ted to get him into answering the question. He came across one fast and said, “I’m not just anybody—I’m your friend man.”
“You never told me where the dean was taken you to that day, before you were initiated, so I’m not telling you this too.”
“Please don’t pay me in my own coin,” pleaded Henry. “Besides, that was almost nine months ago, so—” he paused to look at Ted’s face. “Can’t we just forget it?”
“Hey, don’t coax me into telling you the secret,” Ted raised his voice. “As far as this matter is concerned, at least for the time being, you’re just anybody to me, so I’ll not tell you,” Ted insisted. He was insinuating something dangerous if he told Henry, basing his fear on the fact that Henry’s disobedience had earned him a punishment then, when he told Susie the secret (though Henry later was happy about the ultimate aftermath of the event). Ted thought he was not going to be as lucky as Henry, peradventure such a thing happened to him.
However, the two left for Gyrus after the count of ‘three’ in unison. Hardly had they departed when Cynthia surprisingly walked shamefacedly to Henry’s door. She had come to apologize for her role in the ‘winkie stuff’ that had trailed Henry few months ago. Without doubt, Ted’s little trick had brought about the action. She pushed the doorbell and gave the door several knocks, but no response came from within, since Henry had departed. She persisted relentlessly in those actions, but no response.
When Ted landed in Gyrus, it was on someone else’s lap he found himself. Greatly amazed, Ted sprang up and turned his face around to see who was there.
“Who are you?” Ted asked in a casual way, fixing his eyes belligerently on the anonymous bloke, whose fleshy laps had seemed to Ted like a pillow during the brisk moment his buttocks had made contact with them.
The snub-nosed fellow was also fixing his gaze on Ted, slightly nervous. He seemed a little younger and shorter than Ted, but he was a bit robust. His hands seemed a little shorter for his age and more importantly, for his body. If the new weirdo had got a pot-belly and a bigger head, Ted would have mistaken him for a kwashiorkor patient.
In reply to Ted’s question the boy said, “I don’t understand what you’re saying.”
“I’m speaking plain English,” Ted said hilariously. “I repeat, who are you?” To Ted’s amazement, the fatty replied, “I’m Ted Manuel.”
There seemed to be no iota of guile in the boy’s undertone, yet Ted still kept looking at him, expecting to hear him say something else.
“That’s my name!” affirmed the boy when Ted would not stop leering apprehensively at him in astonishment.
“That’s my name too,” Ted spoke, “You’re sitting on my seat. My name’s on it.”
“Mine is on it, not yours,” the boy disagreed. “How can you just come claim this seat when you met me here seated?” deduced the boy, whose laps Ted had landed.

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Re: Everybody Is A Genius by sammyLuvin(m): 5:48am On Mar 15
It did not take Ted so long for him to have the perception that the boy was new, so he felt that expatiation, rather than laconism, would fare better to settle things quick. Therefore Ted plunged into explanation:
“I’ve been using this seat for over two years now. In this planet, seat owners do land directly on their seats, but newcomers have to mooch around in search of theirs. That was why I landed directly on your laps. Did you land directly here when you came or—?” Before he could complete his statement, the boy, who was now convinced, replied, “I landed over there, but someone directed me to this seat and asked me not to get up for anybody that may want to come after—to claim this seat.”
“Oh, you must be new here,” said the older Ted. “Isn’t it?”
“I just come; it’s my first day,” replied the boy.
“Come let’s go find your seat.”
As the newcomer rose up, his mind was filled up with the horror of the impossibility of the taxing task of locating his seat among the thousands of seats in the great hall. Ted held the right hand of his namesake as they swooshed along to locate his seat. As they strode, the younger Ted shouted, “Hey, watch out, that’s the boy who led me to your seat!” The boy pointed to a distant place and Ted saw whom it was he was trying to spot out. “We mustn’t let him see us,” he added in fright.
Following the direction of the younger Ted’s finger with his eyes, Ted discovered that it was Harrison.
“Harrison!” said Ted alarmed, as he saw him.
“You know him?” the younger Ted asked and Ted replied, “Yes.”
“Did he know you too?”
“Of course yes!” Ted replied, “Why d’you ask?”
“Then he’s not good,” the younger Ted deduced, “for leading me to your seat.”
“You’re right!” Ted exclaimed. “You’ve got to be wary of him. He’s an injurious fellow; can kill anyone, even his friend.”
“Has he ever killed a friend before?”
The question sounded difficult for Ted to answer.
“I don’t know,” he replied eventually.
As they zoomed on, the younger Ted said, “I’m amazed.”
“By what?”
“My class teacher, who brought me’s nowhere to be found.”
“He must have landed on his seat, since he’s an old member,” Ted provided.
The younger Ted grinned suddenly and Ted noticed it.
“What’s the grin?” asked Ted.
“She’s a female, not a male,” corrected the younger Ted.
“Why did she bring you here?”
“She saw me practicing Kung-fu and she said I can do better.”
“Kung fu!” Ted was intrigued. “Tell me more.”
“I learnt Kung fu for over five years in Beijing, ’cause of my envy for the great movie star, Bruce Lee, whose fast kicks can send his antagonists a flying. So… believing that I can become another Bruce Lee, I demanded to go study in Beijing, China, where I had been for five years before returning last month.”
“Your class teacher has brought you to the right place,” Ted commented as he spotted the boy’s seat, “Here’s your name on the seat over there. You love the bodoni typeface.”
“How do you know?” the younger Ted expressed great kick in the teeth at Ted’s precise fact.
“’Cause your name’s written on that seat with the bodoni typeface,” Ted explained as he pointed to the said seat. “Your seat.”
The younger Ted got him.
“A mirror will soon fly to you. Take it up. Through it you’ll see everything going on in this planet clearly. If you need help just whisper my name into the mirror I’m talkin’ ’bout. I’ll respond.”
All Ted was saying seemed extremely strange to the boy. He had hundreds of questions to ask, but Ted was still speaking:
“Don’t leave immediately after the meeting,” said the older Ted. “Wait for me.”
Ted turned to leave but the boy called for his attention.
“Hey, big brother, just a minute.” Ted halted when he heard that.
“Is that Harrison boy powerful?” asked the younger Ted childishly.
“Not really,” Ted smirked. “Relax brother; just make sure you don’t go to him at all.”
Ted waved goodbye to the younger Ted as he made the move to get to his seat. He smiled as he began to think about the unthinkable points Henry and himself were soon going to earn. He was well seated when the bell of caution sounded—as usual citizens fleeted away to get to their seats before the death bell would sound. It seemed every one escaped the bell that day, because only few people were not on their seats when the first bell rang. Many had settled down for long, having learnt lots of lessons on how they could play safe to avoid the mortal clangor of the bells; not wandering about at arrival seemed to be the answer.

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Re: Everybody Is A Genius by sammyLuvin(m): 10:13am On Mar 15
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Re: Everybody Is A Genius by honesttalk21: 12:57pm On Mar 15
Intriguing

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Re: Everybody Is A Genius by bikassava: 2:09pm On Mar 15
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Re: Everybody Is A Genius by sammyLuvin(m): 9:29pm On Mar 15
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Re: Everybody Is A Genius by sammyLuvin(m): 8:06am On Mar 16
Good morning house

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Re: Everybody Is A Genius by sammyLuvin(m): 5:54pm On Mar 16
Good evening house

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Re: Everybody Is A Genius by Pofgrace: 6:13pm On Mar 16
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Re: Everybody Is A Genius by sammyLuvin(m): 12:31pm On Mar 18
The magistrate welcomed the citizens back to Gyrus as he was wont doing. He opened his speech with the topic of the Power Guard.
“Kent Robins, whom I had trusted so well, had eloped without a reason,” the man lamented. “He made our gadgets faulty.”
The intermittent rise and fall of the magistrate’s voice was enough evidence to make all the citizens agree to his claims. The faulty auditory devices was bringing about his spasmodic rising and falling of his pith; the amplifier was functioning abnormally.
“I believe everyone here had gone in search of him—five Gyrus months ago.”
A gruesome sight the magistrate had just perceived stole his attention. It was a corpse lying some distances away at the rear corner of the hall. The magistrate’s paranormal eyesight had made it possible for the decaying cadaver to be spotted so easily. Since the large screen did not revealed earlier that anyone died as a result of the chimes of the deathbell, the magistrate believed that it was not a fresh death.
“Hey corpse, come over here!” With colossal celerity rolled the corpse towards the podium in a wheel shape. It stopped right before the magistrate. The man bent over the cadaver, turned him around to see his face, then he cried out, “Nick Albert!”
It was the corpse of Nick, who had died two days ago in Gyrus for being the last person attempting to leave the planet then. The man touched Nick with his wand and was instantly able to discover what the cause of his death was, viewing the nature of the fluorescence made by the wand.
“Oh, you were the last person in Gyrus, last Gyrus meeting day.” The man expressed enormous sorrow for the deceased, but he never had a thought of regret that he should not have laid down the woe upon the last to leave that day. He beckoned on the soldiers to bear him away.
“Go give him a befitting burial,” the man said as the soldiers lifted the corpse shoulder-high.
“A befitting burial indeed—” thought Henry, “in the mouth of Grandwala.”
All of a sudden, Harrison appeared in all mirrors shedding crocodile tears, after screaming into his mirror that he had a thing to say. After coming out he lamented, “My friend, my only friend, why should you be the last in Gyrus?”
“Never worry,” the magistrate patted Harrison’s back warmly. “Your friend’s going to be buried like a hero,” assured the man. Just then Harrison’s tone changed and he said, “I think I know who was responsible for my friend’s death.”
“Who?” asked the magistrate in apprehension as he quickly withdrew his hand from Harrison’s back, thinking that Harrison was about to challenge him for the curse he had laid down that had indirectly engendered Nick’s death.
Ted and Henry had similar views that were in contrast with the one held by the magistrate. They had rightly guessed that Harrison was going to point accusing fingers on them.
“Ted and Henry,” Harrison declared to justify the duo’s thought. “During the flight they gripped Nick’s arms and flung him away. I waited behind to have him treated but his wounds were irreparable,” Harrison framed a humongous lie.
“Henry and Ted again!” yelled the magistrate in annoyance.”
“It’s not true sir!” they protested in fret. “It was Harrison himself who knocked Nick down. He aimed at us but he missed and in the process collided with Nick, who fell down immediately.”
The dean demanded to see them right in front of him. They skidded to the podium.
Henry spoke with mixed feeling, “We had intended to report the case to you before now, but—” the magistrate barged in.
“You’re liars—” the man disagreed, “just as everyone refers to you. Why have you not reported this case to me personally through the mirror, if you really knew this?”
“We were scared that you won’t believe us,” Ted confessed.
“In order to avoid trouble we kept silent,” Henry added.
Harrison, not wanting the man to believe their reports, quickly said, “Sir, don’t believe them. Remember they are the two greatest liars in this kingdom.” Harrison sobbed loudly and the magistrate was affected by his hypocrisy.
“Harrison, you’re right,” said the magistrate, “Their lies came as a result of the duty they’ve got to perform, yet I know that it was not intentional—the pushing down of Nick.”
The man faced the boys and said, “It was a mistake, wasn’t it?”
The unnerved boys responded, “No, it wasn’t.”
“What!” the man expressed shock. “You mean it wasn’t a mistake—but intentional? You shall die!”
“We mean it was neither a mistake nor intentional,” said Ted, and Henry added, “We’ve done nothing, Harrison is the criminal.”
After much arguments the magistrate declared, “Ladies and Gentlemen, the two Gyrus greatest liars said they know nothing about this. What does that implies?” A hell of rejoinders sounded from the citizens in response to the man’s question.
“They knew a lot!” “They killed Nick!” “They meant the opposite” “They nipped Nick’s life in the bud!” “They’re performing their duty of telling lies!”
The whole planet rang continuously until the magistrate yelled, “It’s enough!”
Every one was expecting a verdict of instant execution of the two supposed offenders but the magistrate stunned them all by the judgment he gave:
“I release them both, because I’m quite sure it wasn’t done intentionally.” Being challenged by the citizens’ clamor that had greeted his verdict, the magistrate said, “You don’t expect clowns to have intentionally committed such a crime. They can’t have the mind.”
Releasing the two, they walked dejectedly to their seats. Henry’s suit was drenched with exudates from his skin and he was now very uncomfortable. Ted too was adjusting the tie on his neck. He was compelled to remove it later, throwing it on the floor without having it in mind to pick it up again later.
The man resumed his speech:
“Before the interruption, I was talking about—” the man paused abruptly to speak out an afterthought. “Henry!” he screamed and Henry almost slumped from his seat, being gripped with enormous fear, not knowing what the man was driving at again.
“I supposed you should be dead by now, how come you’re alive?” the magistrate spoke out in earnest.
“Why?” asked Henry impulsively.
“Your smells, it should have killed you, with your beards and rotten teeth too. How come you’re here alive?”
“Professor Wilson told me how to get rid of them,” Henry replied but his words made no impact.
“Yeah, I told Wilson that,” the magistrate affirmed, “But they are impossible tasks.”
“Well,” Henry smiled, “They were possible for Ted and me.” Henry adjusted his pair of glasses, stroke his nose lightly and cleared his throat in a boastful manner as he got prepared to deliver his extemporal speech.
“Ted and I journeyed to the Nile River in Egypt, swam in it and got the diamond knife that we used to get rid of the beard.”
“Shut up!” commanded the man gravely as a result of the synergic effect of aggravation and skepticism dominating his mind. “You can’t tell me that the great Shark in there was sleeping when you got in.”
“We killed it with a single blow of the diamond knife,” Ted said, rushing out to back up Henry’s claim. The man was greatly puzzled by the manner the boys had aired their convictions. He forced himself not to believe their stories by avoiding to hear what the dean had wanted to say.
“Since the origin of the knife no one had used it, so how do you kids want to prove to me that you used it, since it’s not for helpless kids like you, but for some powerful magicians, which were to come in the future? You’re not strong enough to face the powerful Shark guarding the knife, which I’m sure would have used your meat as its dinner and yet remain hungry, if indeed you’d gone there.”
“We’re not kids,” Henry spoke. “We killed it.”
“You guys are at your game again—clowning.”
“We ain’t playing no pranks! Think of the smell on Henry’s body, there couldn’t have been a way of getting rid of it without a bath in the river; the beards too—no way to get rid of it without the diamond knife.”
Re: Everybody Is A Genius by sammyLuvin(m): 12:32pm On Mar 18
Ted’s response had only succeeded in boosting the man’s thinking faculty. The man reasoned quickly and said, “Oh yes, I know the riddle now. I never told you that Grandwala can do that too, but you guys were wise enough for you to have gone to Grandwala for solution. I’m sure he got rid of those things for you.”
“No!” yelled the boy, “If it has such ability, why didn’t you include that in the options before now, instead of just saying that the Nile and the knife were the only solution?”
The man laughed and said, “Those were the two things I could remember then. Listen, since you had those smells and beards put on you by that creature, it is quite clear that it’s also in its power to get rid of them for you as well.”
The citizens screamed in joy by the deduction made by the magistrate. They believed that the riddle had been solved. Henry and Ted were greatly abashed. They saw it of no use to say that they never went to Grandwala, since they knew that no one would believe them, taking them for pointless ones (people without a single Gyrus point) they sulked.
Again, Grandwala’s assertion came to Henry’s mind:
Magicians don’t believe the truth.
While the boys stood speechless yearning for release, the man suddenly spoke out, “Why have I been bothering myself all these while arguing with you guys? What I should have asked for was a prove.”
Hearing that, the boy’s heart lurched for fear. They almost had cardiac arrests when the magistrate asked, “Just present the knife as evidence and you’ll stand the chance of attaining the post of a Power Guard instantly in place of the runaway Kent Robins.”
“The knife?” the boys were confused, having lost it to the black man in the unknown town. “Em—em,” they stammered and Gyrus rang with excitement.
“Speak up and forget about the letter M,” the magistrate pronounced with hilarity. Henry found his voice later and spoke, “After using it some black men collected it from us.”
Henry’s voice evoked laughter from the citizens, including the magistrate who was interrogating them.
“Black men in where—Nile?”
“No. In the land where magic is impotent,” said Henry slowly, insinuating what would follow his statement. As envisaged, they jeered frenetically and their voices literally shook the whole planet, since the sound systems were faulty.
“Lying again?” the magistrate shouted at them. “I shall punish you both with amnesia.”
Hearing that, the boys began to plead for mercy, knowing that if such should happen Harrison would find it easy to get rid of their lives at will, without them being able to fight back with some paranormal skills.
“Not until you say something worthwhile you’ve achieved in this planet,” the man said in a critical manner. To everyone’s amazement, the boys smiled. Setting their attires well again, they prepared to say something.
“We’ve got a big surprise for the whole planet,” they said as they carried their bodies as if they were men of dignity.
“What’s it?” he hurried them up.
“We killed the Power Guard.”
“Please don’t laugh, please, please, please,” waved the magistrate quickly at the magichood in order to prevent the earthquake he had envisaged would result from the guffaws the citizens would give on hearing the boy’s funny speech. They readily kept silent, knowing themselves that the combination of thousands of laughter could result in a thousand decibel of noise that would be generated by the faulty gadgets and ultimately, a devastating earthquake would result.
“What is your proof?” asked the man without any further ado, with a harsher tone.
“His wand,” said the boys smiling, “We seized it from him after killing him in the Island of Forgetfulness.”
“You went there too?”
“Yes, on our way to Selemis.”
Not wanting to prolong the issue, the incredulous man demanded to see the said wand.
“Just show it to the entire planet. We’re eager to see it.”
The boys winked at each other, demanding that the other should bring it out. Harrison smiled where he sat, having pictured what the outcome of the scene would ultimately culminate in.
When none presented the wand, they were surprised at each other’s slowness in acting, despite the demanding task ahead of them.
“Henry,” Ted called first.
“Ted,” Henry called back.
“The wand,” whispered Ted.
“It’s with you, isn’t it?” replied Henry, slightly offended. “You collected it from me.”
“You must be joking,” replied Ted, greatly stunned as well as Henry.
“You know I’m not. What’s all these mess? Don’t keep joking Ted.”
“Are you insane?” shouted Ted angrily, not able to contain it anymore.
“You’ve just spoke my mind,” said Henry, “’cos that was the question I’d intended posing at you.”
“I guess that wine’s still intoxicating you Henry. The knife and the wand were with you when we left Egypt. You said that you kept the wand in your wardrobe, but the knife you lost to the negro—think Henry, think fast.”
“You came to collect the wand from me under the excuse that I was careless for losing the knife,” replied Henry genuinely, “Remember…after you slapped me that day…”
“Maybe you’ll have more slaps even now,” Ted said angrily and bequeathed Henry’s unguarded cheek with a resounding slap. The slap sounded like a rupturing nuclear bomb and the whole planet shook. Henry never hesitated to reply the slap.
The slapping spree continued since none of them was willing to be the last on the receiving end. The sounds came like thunders and flashes of lights appeared on the receivers’ cheek each time a slap was landing on it. Such outlandish occurrences could obviously be traced to the malfunctioning of the gadgets.
“Stop the slaps!” screamed the magistrate when he insinuated the danger in the continuity of the slapping spree. The boys stopped slapping each other and they engaged each other in wrestling. Ted brought Henry swiftly to the floor and sat on him, but Henry turned him over rapidly. Thereafter they were rolling on the floor, entangled in the grip of one another.
“Sto-o-o-o-o-p!” the magistrate yelled in fury and they retreated quickly, rising swiftly as they beat their clothes to get rid of the dust that had smeared their initially spick-and-span attires. They were now dirty from head to toe, as a result of the Gyrus dusts that had smeared their entire bodies.
The magistrate said, “It’s quite stupendous, I mean the fight. They really fulfilled their promise. They said they’ll surprise everyone and that they’ve just done.”
“How?” demanded the citizens.
“By the slaps,” the magistrate replied with succinctness. “We saw slaps accompanied with thunders and lightning today, something we’ve never seen before.” The man reduced his tone, faced the boys and continued.
“But we all know what was causing the thunders and lightning—the faulty gadgets of course!”
Ted and Henry were still leering indignantly at one another. The hope of becoming a Power Guard, now dashed, had almost driven them crazy. Not paying attention to the magistrate’s remark, they pointed accusing fingers at each other, whispering blames at each other as they faced the large hall. A hot argument ensued again:
“He’s to blame,” Ted pointed to Henry.
“He’s to blame,” pointed Henry back.
“Blame for what?” the magistrate asked amiably.
“For the inability of producing the Power Guard’s wand,” they replied con-currently.
The magistrate grinned and said, “You both are funny. Go have your seats; enough of the entertaining lies.”
The two boys reluctantly wobbled to their seats, taking different directions to avoid each other. The magistrate, seeing that the boys were already on their seats, said, “Now let’s get serious; we don’t know the whereabouts of the Power Guard. The cast on the Ultimate Round Glass on the last meeting day was only a deceit. I and Professor Wilson never found him when we got to his place.”
Still talking, some men dashed out of the control room. Not yet permitted by the magistrate to say something, the men broke the news instantly
“Sir, we saw Kent Robin’s image on the TV screen of the earth just now, through the Gyrus satellite. A news was about to be relayed.”
“Bring the TV screen,” commanded the magistrate instantly. Almost immediately, a large TV was borne to the spot. Kent Robin’s image was on it, but the TV was only making an incessant beeping sound of “pr—pr—pr—pr—pr—pr” but the sound was loud and clear.
“Nonsense!” the magistrate spoke in exasperation. Dolly gave Henry a light prod to call his attention. Henry turned his face to Dolly and she said with a smile, “That was my point the last meeting day—time difference.” Henry got her this time. She had affirmed that the reason why the earth seemed as if not revolving on the screen two days ago was due to the time difference between the two planets. Now again she was confident that the refusal of the earthly voice to sound out in Gyrus was a result of the difference in time.
“Pr—pr—pr—pr…” The TV beeped on.
“What’s all this?” yelled the magistrate, but the response of one of the engineers provided the answer, “Sir, according to my magical converter, this news will end in thirty-six hours Gyrus time.”
“Why?” the magistrate yelled furiously, punchy.
“Because the news lapses for thirty minutes on earth,” the engineer explained and that seemed to have confirmed what Dolly had told Henry. It seemed the magistrate was still confused, perhaps because he was not an engineer. But when the magistrate spoke eventually, everyone knew what was actually bothering his heart about the engineer’s report:
“What are you saying? Don’t we have the synchronizing device in that TV? It was supposed to bring about pluperfect synchronousness.”
“The TV is bad too,” explained the engineer, “We’d better be grateful that it’s still able to display something.”
The magistrate looked at the man scornfully and said, “What’s the point if the image in it is not moving and the voice’s not coming out? Have you tried the fast-forward button on its remote control?”
“Yes, we’ve tried it too—not working.”
“Shit!” the magistrate gave up all hope. The remote control could have assisted so much if not for its damage. The device (remote control) had been used in the past to save time when used to watch earth’s TV programs in Gyrus. It could make programs on TV, which would have spanned up to almost ten hours, (Gyrus time) to be compressed to ten minutes Gyrus-time. Had it been that it was still functioning well now, these current news would sure have been compressed to thirty-six minutes Gyrus time, thus bringing about the synchronousness of the Gyrus TV with the Earth’s, but for the little lags( of about six minutes) that would result.
The magistrate vented his spleen on the engineers for their inability to repair the gadgets.
“You’ve been under Kent for years yet you don’t know how to repair ordinary simple gadgets. Outta my sight!” the man hollered and the engineers fleeted away very fast.
“Is there no one in this whole planet that can help solve—?” the man paused as the bleeps emanating from the TV began to beep louder.
“There is,” a voice sounded and every one fixed their gazes on the screen to see the voice owner. The magistrate was very reluctant to look at the large screen behind him, conjecturing that it was either Ted or Henry. Harrison appeared on the screen!
Re: Everybody Is A Genius by Mavchamp(m): 11:55pm On Mar 18
Wow... Thanks for this

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Re: Everybody Is A Genius by sammyLuvin(m): 12:46pm On Mar 19
Mavchamp:
Wow... Thanks for this
You're welcome

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Re: Everybody Is A Genius by Kvngfrosh(m): 1:55pm On Mar 19
Nice Story
Re: Everybody Is A Genius by sammyLuvin(m): 3:42pm On Mar 19
Kvngfrosh:
Nice Story
Thanks
Re: Everybody Is A Genius by Obisteve42: 11:52pm On Mar 20
Great story you have here Sammy. I would really love for more updates as I have been unable to drop my phone since I started reading. great story.
Re: Everybody Is A Genius by sammyLuvin(m): 2:58pm On Mar 23
Obisteve42:
Great story you have here Sammy. I would really love for more updates as I have been unable to drop my phone since I started reading. great story.
Thanks a bunch brother. I'll dedicate the next post to you.
Re: Everybody Is A Genius by scott04(m): 9:46am On Mar 26
one of the best story so far on nairaland keep going.
Re: Everybody Is A Genius by opico24: 1:53pm On Mar 29
Try to keep us busy with update
Re: Everybody Is A Genius by Mavchamp(m): 3:53pm On Mar 31
Is this story dead or what?
O.p do something abeg...
Re: Everybody Is A Genius by Obisteve42: 4:34pm On Mar 31
OP, what's going on with this story. You promised updating the story and dedicating it to me. I hope Corona has nothing to do with it. Stay safe. Do something fast cos we are bored
Re: Everybody Is A Genius by DDexter99(m): 2:30pm On Apr 01
[font=Lucida Sans Unicode][/font][b][/b] I've red many books on this section of NAIRA LAND. I must say non of them is as captivating as this.

To the OP. TUMB UP.
Re: Everybody Is A Genius by maxlev1: 3:17pm On Apr 02
O.P this ur story is dope, its so so interesting. Pls do keep up the good work.
Re: Everybody Is A Genius by DDexter99(m): 9:33pm On Apr 02
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Nice one OP. Rugged storyline such as this, Deserve an award. Tumb Up.
Re: Everybody Is A Genius by maxlev1: 9:52am On Apr 08
Make person check on this our man sammyLuvin(OP). Bro I hope u are in good health. Just hope he isn't on ban o.

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