“Genius is always allowed some leeway, once the hammer has been pried from its hands and the blood has been cleaned up.”
“That’s a scary quote from you, hon,” said Todd.
Sara, waist-deep in the workings of Cerebro, said, “Granted, it is problematic. Fortunately, my murderous tendencies remain confined in the socially acceptable forum of fiction. But it is rather apropos.”
Todd quickly put two and two together. “You mean this aint a job someone else gave yo’?”
“Ever since I saw the workings, the redundancies and security flaws have been… annoying. And you know how I dislike awkward builds.”
Todd sighed. “Yeah.” The last time had been pulling apart and reconfiguring one of Forge’s gizmos. The mutant inventor had not been pleased. “You should warn people, alla same.”
“What? And have them tell me ‘no’?” Sara emerged briefly to announce, “Forgiveness is far easier to obtain than permission.”
“And you’re forgetting,” announced Xavier, “that there are telepaths in the house.”
Sara tisked. “Oh bother.”
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