Dr. Vance nodded, unfazed. “Brilliant, as always. But the question was about socio-political implication, not architectural correction.”
“Why are you talking to me?” he asked. The bluntness was not aggression. It was efficiency. syndrome du savant autisme
“Gabriel? Did you hear the question?” Dr. Elara Vance’s voice was a smooth alto, a rare sound he didn’t hate. She was the only one who didn’t treat him like a broken machine. Dr. Vance nodded
He blinked. No one had ever described it that way. No one had ever seen the structure of his disability, not just the results. not just the results.