The Autists had failed as an "evolved" race. While they could out-think and out-strategise, and out-everything the older Homo Saps, their own calculations showed that their race of Homo Transire only had a couple of generations at most before they were terminal. No new savants, no new super-empaths, only dead-end mediocrity. How could such brilliant minds get it so wrong? Brigitte was the Founder's only savant offspring and even her own children were happier to just live mundane normal lives with average grades in school and only aspire to get college degree, a house, a car for each of them, and a mountain of debt. Watch TV, consume fast food, be average. No breakthrough research, no soul-inspiring artwork. Her own children, now grown, couldn't understand her any better. She could empathize their feelings from anywhere on the planet. While they had a hard time empathizing with their pets, let alone their own growing children. Mundanity had struck back - with a vengeance. She was looking for someone who could tell her why - or become one of the last few of her race on this mudball called Earth

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