I am different
Not the edgy kind of different
I am a super-genius
Not the arrogant type of genius
I am an orphan.
Not the sad type.
I didn't know my parents.
Perhaps they didn't want to deal with a child.
Perhaps they couldn't.
Wathever the reason was, at 1 years old I was "admited" in the orphanage. The old fashion way, alone on the doorstep of a kind hearted saint.
Fast forward 5 years.
I don't fit in with people. I always end up alone. Not that I cared, books became my friends. Old books I'd find in the library.
These books were advanced arithmetics. Resoning, science, math and poetry.
Once they figured that out they sent me to the red house.
A gouvernement owned oprhanage. Basicly founded to nurture future billionaires into owning them.
IQ tests were futile because I enswered every question right the first time and every time after that.
At 7, I was the smartest human alive. Odly enough, I wasn't used to make any sort of wapon for war.
They used me to solve mysteries they couldn't, Catch criminals. My name is B.