When geniuses are few and far between, people marvel at them.
When geniuses become a group, people envy them.
A genius among geniuses, the best of the best: tormented in the early years, then blessed with every advantage later on, crushing others' thirty years of progress in just three. In a world where everything shines brightly, nothing shines as brightly as me (us); in a brilliant era, I (we) am the light. This is clearly the standard setup for a power fantasy novel, isn't it?!
So how did the story get more and more out of control...
And in the end, why is it so hard for me (us) just to stay alive?
