[ WP ] `` Genetic Designer Babies '' are commonplace , but parents only have so many `` stat points '' to allocate between your different physical and mental abilities . Your parents dumped all your stat points into one thing .

I've always been the top of my class without ever having to try very hard. I study in much the same way as the rest of my classmates: read through the textbook once and then go take the test. The difference is I remember everything. With the diagrams, the explanations, and my knowledge of how things fit together, systems intuitively fall into place inside my mind. This is my mom's gift to me. Perfect intelligence. 
 
 Unfortunately, intelligence is n't everything. I've studied conversational habits enough to know the correct words and phrases to utilize in small-talk. I practice every day with various peers. Even so, even when I execute a conversation perfectly according to typical societal patterns, most of the time I fail to evoke a sense of emotional connection in my partner. I'd like to comfort myself in the fact that many others have low rates of emotional connection through interactions with strangers or distant acquaintances, and my success rate is less than two standard deviations below the norm, but that ignores the main problem of when I actually do succeed. When I feel the social bond start to grow between me and someone else, I get excited. Too excited. I forget to use the right words. I forget to stay on safe topics of conversation like religion and politics, and end up excitedly explaining about the toxicological interaction I found between a certain medication for hypothyroidism and high concentrations of SSRIs which indicates that the particular medication could lower the risk of overdosage-based suicides in patients with the often-comorbid simple depression and hypothyroidism. 
 
 Ah, I rambled a bit there. That's how I accidentally scare people away. 
 
 I know, intellectually, that I have the potential to do great things. I have 100 points in intelligence and a keen interest in medicine. In better circumstances, I could very well grow up to cure cancer. I ca n't now. I do n't have the charisma to make friends with most people. I do n't have the luck to find the few people I can connect with. I do n't have the courage to keep fighting the oppressive loneliness that drives me to continuously attempt social interaction despite the 100 % failure rate. This is all that I can contribute to medicine. I've calculated the angle of entry for the bullet. I should be braindead but alive with a fully functional spinal cord and intact organs. They're young and healthy. Please give them to people who can make the world a better place on my behalf. 
 
 I'm sorry, mom. I love you.
