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“Jesus Christ, Jim. I’ve seen your aptitude scores. You’re a genius, but it shouldn’t be possible for you to test out of this many classes,” said Chris, confused.
“I thought you saw my file?” Jim said questioningly.
“I did, but 95% of it was classified.”
“You didn’t look when you first met me, after...?” Jim asked, trailing off.
“I didn’t have the clearance.”
“Are the academic achievements also classified?”
“Yes.”
“That explains a lot about how my teachers are treating me. They all seem to think I’m an idiot, and then when I do well they think I’m cheating.”
“How does this explain that?” Chris asked, even more confused that he was before.
“Chris, dude, buddy man, I have 13 college degrees.”
“Are you shitting me?” Chris asked. He really shouldn’t be this surprised, though, he thought. It’s Jim. This is nowhere near the weirdest thing about him.
“Nope, I have bachelors degrees in mechanical engineering, computer science and engineering, aerospace engineering, biological engineering, chemical engineering, linguistics and philosophy, and psychology, as well as a masters in psychology, and PhDs in psychology and biomedical engineering, an ScD in mechanical engineering and computation and another in nuclear science and engineering, and an MD in biomedical ethics and medical humanities,” he listed, counting them off on his fingers as he said each one.
“What in the everloving fuck, Jim.”
“I get bored easily!” he said, waving his hands.
“When did you even have time?!”
“Man, I got my high school diploma when I was 5. Chris, I had 5 bachelor's degrees and a doctorate before I even left Earth. When I got back I got 2 more bachelor's degrees, a masters, and 4 doctorates.”
“Why are you even in the Academy, then?”
“You dared me, Chris! You know I can’t turn down a dare!” he exclaimed
Chris slammed his head into his desk, totally done with life.
“Chris? Are you alright?” Jim asked carefully.
Chris looked up at him and started laughing.
“Chris?”
“Jim, apparently you’ll never stop surprising me.”
“Well, I certainly hope not,” Jim said with a smirk.
“You’re dismissed. Just… I don’t know, go back to annoying that roommate of yours, or something.”
“With pleasure.”