2060 (fiction chapter two) Two Albert Smith watched his father pass away. A torrent of fear crept through him, making him cold like the December winds outside. Mr. Henry Black put an index finger beneath Charles Smith’s nose to check if he is still breathing. He looked up and shook his head. He was dehydrating. “Mr. Smith, the will-reading is this afternoon. If I am not mistaken, you are Charles and Mara Smith’s only child, so you are likely to get most of the Smith property. I will leave you alone now. The under takers will be here in about 15 minutes intervals.” With that, Mr. Black turned and left, closing the door with a slight clamor. Albert Smith is an entomologist. He didn’t ask to be with insects all of the time. Five generations of the Smiths were entomologists, and his father urged him to do the same. He had no interest in either insects or animals. His interest has been computers. He got straight As in computer science throughout his scholastic efforts. He wanted to be a transmitter, but his father stopped him from going to computer clubs and assigned him to an insect club. “You are not a genetic mutation in our family! I am an entomologist, your grandfather was, your great-grandfather…” Charles used to say to coax Albert to listen to him and do what he says. OK, dad. Now I am what you want me to be. What do you want more? I work at the best lab in the county, and have voided all interests in computers. “You and I both know that is a lie.” said a voice.