Getting A System In A Modern World

"How do you want me to prove myself, Professor Edward?"

"Since you're very familiar with Quantum Physics, let's go with that," Professor replied, and picked up the exercise book on his table, and wrote something on it before passing it to Silas.

"Impress me, kid," He said with a smile.

Silas picked up the book and took a look at what Professor Edward wrote in the book, and he couldn't help but smile.

"Professor Edward, is this how you plan to have me prove myself?" Silas asked with a surprise expression on his face.

"Yes. Is it too much for you, kid?" Professor Edward asked, as he looked at Silas intently with a smile on his face.

"You really plan for me to go all out, huh?" Silas said, nodded to himself with a smile, before continuing, "It's not bad though."

Silas picked up the pen and started scribbling in the book.

What Professor Edward wrote in the book was a question on Quantum Mechanics. To be precise, it was a question on wave-particle duality theory.

This is a type of question that would has left the previous Silas who hadn't gotten the system, stumped as it's a question beyond what his intelligence can handle, but not the current him who has the knowledge on Quantum Computing.

Two minutes later, Silas was done and passed the book back to Professor Edward.

Professor Edward collected the book and took a look at it, and he smiled when he saw what Silas wrote.

"Good. Not bad. You're really familiar with Quantum Mechanics... Kid, how old are you if I may ask?" He asked, as he looked at Silas curiously.

He knew that it's impossible for Silas to juat guess the answer to the question he gave correctly. The question he gave Silas is something that only someone who is well versed in Quantum Mechanics can answer and this is the reason he asked of Silas' age.

He's curious to know how someone who looks so young would have the knowledge on something that would take one a lot of years of intense study to acquire.

"20. 21 in a couple of months," Silas replied with a smile.

He could already guess the reason why Professor Edward asked of his age as he already expected it. Silas gave a very common answer to the question that Professor Edward asked him. He made sure he didn't go deep and gave something he felt to be a layman answer to the question but it seems that he overdid it a bit.

He understands the value of the knowledge he has and not just the knowledge, everything he has, with the system included.

Professor Edward was surprised when he heard Silas' age.

"20? If you're this young, then it means that you're yet to be done with college," He said to himself, as he looked at Silas curiously.

"Actually, technically, I'm done with school," Silas said.

"You graduated already?" Professor Edward asked in even more surprise, with a strange expression on his face.

He felt it was impossible that Silas who is so young is already done with school.

'How is that possible?' He thought to himself. He knew that if Silas is actually done with school as he says then he's on the youngest person to finish their education but the question is why hasn't he heard anything about it?

Considering how fast news fly around in the country and how hungry the press are for news that gets them the click, it's impossible for someone like Silas to still remain unknown.

Silas saw the strange expression on Professor Edward's,he could already guess what he was thinking. He knew that he had already created a misunderstanding and he decided to clear it up.

"Uh, Professor Edward?..." Silas called to him, bringing him out of his reverie.

Professor Edward looked at Silas, waiting for him to complete what he was about to say.

"I didn't graduate. I dropped out," Silas said with a smile.

Professor Edward sighed when he heard this and mumbled something to himself.

"Another school drop out. Is the education system failing that bad making all of the geniuses to drop out?"

Silas heard the content of Professor Edward's mumbling and he couldn't help but smile.

Honestly speaking to him, the world education system is lacking and needs a complete revamp. Instead of creation future leaders, they are creating future slaves, corporate slaves.

"Kid, what do you plan to do from here on," Professor Edward asked, as he closed the exercise book that was in his hand and dropped it on the table.

"I plan to share my ideas and dreams with the world," Silas replied, as he laid back on the chair.

"That sounds like something a psycho would say," Professor Edward said with a nod.

"Anyone who had tried or has done something revolutionary has was initially labeled a psycho," Silas said with a smile.

"What you said is true," Professor Edward said with a nod, before continuing, "Honestly kid, even though I don't really know what you actually intend to do but I plan on supporting it. The world need to experience some changes, big changes I mean and I hope you being those changes."

"I will do my best." Silas replied with a smile.

Silas didn't understand why Professor Edward was said what he said, and honestly he didn't care. As long as it's something that won't affect his plans, he would rather not pay attention to it.

Silas' meeting with Professor Edward ended shortly. Professor Edward asked Silas' to drop his contact so that he give it to his students that he will be sending to him.

After the meeting ended, Silas stood up and left the library. He had already achieved his aim for coming to Princeton University.

Even though he wasn't able to convince Professor Edward to work for him, he got hold of his students.

After leaving the library, Silas took his time to walk around the campus of Princeton University. He wanted to see if he would see anyone with potential he can employ.

He walked through the campus of Princeton University, quietly taking the view. He was about to take a step when he heard someone calling him from behind.

"Hello, handsome," A sweet, coquettish voice came from behind.

Silas was about to turn back and look at who the voice belongs to, when he felt something soft touch his back and a finger pressed into his forehead.

"Sleep, handsome. Sleep."