[ WP ] A man with above average intelligence wishes for the world to be smarter . He is delighted to find that his wish has come true , until he realizes that he is now the least intelligent man in the world .

Naif turned the page. 
 
 Another day of studying droned on. It wasn ’ t that the material was a challenge, Naif had no problem absorbing every concept she came across and she had more degrees than anyone her age to prove it. 
 
 Life had always been that way. In primary school she related better to adults than her classmates. In secondary school she was respectful of her teachers but felt she understood the lessons they taught to a deeper level than even they appreciated. University had been much the same except the distance between herself and her professors had turned her conscientious respect into a degree of begrudging disdain. 
 
 She was certainly more intelligent than anyone she knew of, more so than anyone she had ever met. 
 
 She picked apart the documents piled high on her desk recalling even the articles in the citations that she had previously read. 
 
 Today her eyes were heavy, mostly with boredom, somewhat with the strain. Her mind was as sharp as it had ever been but her body showed the signs that she would not be considered a young woman for much longer. 
 
 Through the closed windows she could vaguely hear the muffled hum of the world rushing by outside. 
 
 Suddenly the monotony of the day fell away as it was unbound by a sharp thud against the outer wall of her office. Naif quickly straightened her hunched shoulders and bumped the table sloshing coffee over her meticulously curated stacks of research papers. She snarled impatiently at the mess and sprang to the window. 
 
 She squinted through the blinds at the sunlit scene then furrowed them even further in annoyance. The neighbours were playing baseball with their kids again. Idiots. Hadn ’ t they any respect for others? 
 
 One of the little morons ran up to the edge of Naif's apartment, beneath her field of view, and tried to throw the ball back. It careened off course and the cretin had to go pick it up again to return it to his waiting family. 
 
 Naif rolled her eyes as she turned away from the display of incompetence and inefficiency that played out beyond her walls. As she sopped up the spilled coffee from her desk she mumbled to herself, as she had before, “ I wish everyone were more intelligent. I would have so much more to share with them, so much more in common. They run around all day never thinking of their actions, of their futures. Such wasted potential in all that frivolity. ” 
 
 Though as she settled back into her comfortably worn chair she couldn ’ t help feeling that there was something more to it that she just didn ’ t quite understand. 

