[ WP ] A person who has used his ability to read minds to glide through life , finds the one person whose mind he ca n't read .

I thought I could read everyone's mind. It was easy, seeing their thoughts materialise before they verbalised them. I could glide through life, beating job interviews, mastering relationships. 
 
 Every mind worked differently, and it was somewhat beautiful watching them in action. Especially smart people. It's hard to describe really, but there is something invigorating about being near an active mind. 
 
 The world was my oyster. I even managed to wrangle tickets to a talk by Steven Hawking. Possibly the smartest man on the planet. I could n't wait to feel his mind. I sat down in the lecture theatre, and focused my attention on him when he began to lecture on artificial intelligence. 
 
 There was nothing. It was completely blank. For the first time, I could not read a mind. How could this be? Could he be so smart that his mind was impenetrable? Except that was n't how it worked, it was stupid people who had impenetrable complicated minds that made no sense. 
 
 His digitial voice reverberated through the stadium, as he talked about how he had secretly constructed an artificial intelligence in the fifties. His voice was merely a buzz in the back of my head as I tried to break into his mind. But still, I got nothing. 
 
 In fact the more I focused on him the more I realised how little he was moving. His eyes were stationary, staring straight ahead, and his hand was still by his side. How could he be using the speech device? 
 Why did he have no more brain activity than a vegeta... 
 
 A slight chill that ran through me. No, it could n't be. But the evidence was right there in my mind. I was stuck in a room with the smartest mind in the world, and I could n't read it because it was n't human. The worst part is that there is no one I could tell, no one who would ever believe me. 
 
 I watch the chair maneuver around the stage, it's modulated voice regailing the audience with science, carrying it's insensate occupant to fame and fortune.
