I had won them over. After Dr. Fat’s eviction things changed. Though still incurably out of sync, I was accepted by the school as a rebellious hero and so my oddness was by and large passed over. I was no longer separate from them as I had when I first awoke, sitting at the lunch table alone. My bizarre self-training made it hard for others to pin me and was written off as an artistic eccentric that could pull a mean one if needed. I made my first attempt of being angry at someone and failed miserably. It was a lesson learned and I stopped trusting people as companions though still loved to watch them as subjects. Actually at the time I wasn’t doing much exploring at all. It was as if I decided that the war had been fought and now it was time to start my life living amongst these beings as one of them. I had achieved the human standard of excellence (so far as I could tell) in so short a time. I might actually have became normal, except for the small matter that...I wasn’t.