I always knew she was special : the prettiest girl I have ever seen. I mean, it was hard for me to even socialize to certain extent. My love for her completely blinded my vision when it came to looking for purity, sexuality, love, joy, glory and sadness. She was not a normal girl as the others. She had something that other girls could not feel. Most girls only feel, they can sense everything through all the colors of life, wanting to do everything. It got me amazed how much I wanted to cuddle with her when she told me that she understood me despite her initial bother. I was more than glorious to find her love amusing. She used to give her only love through poems. That is why I wrote her a poem:
Virginity by thy soul
O fair maiden, thy coyness doth no felony make! By God's side, diamonds I'd seek; by Rome's flow, my heart would weep. Ere the flood, my love was sworn, steadfast till Judgment's morn. An eon for thine gorgeous eyes' gleam, two for each breast's soft dream, an age for ev'ry part divine—yet time's winged chariot doth malign! Beauty fades, in crypts no songs resound in vain; worms claim what honor's bound. Whilst youth's fire burns bright, let us, like T rex fierce, time's fleeting course outpace, seize joy, and make the sun itself give chase!
I had done more than I could have done in a lifetime for whatever they wanted to do: they used to tell how folish of me it was to write poem to an illusion that would never come to pass. I mean, that was not other people may even think. For they think that they can do whatever they want to do. Biting more than you can chew: it was what I had already done. My parents? They abandoned me. I got adopted by a Liberian. Robert Morin was a , a librarian at the University of New Hampshire who quietly saved a fortune and, upon his death in 2015, left his entire $4 million fortune to his alma mater. Morin's frugal lifestyle, simple living, and shrewd investments allowed him to accumulate the wealth that was a surprise to his university community, note. I was more than warm to him: he was my father despite me knowing that he did have a trace of my blood in his veins. After his death, they had planned sending me to the USA, but I packed my things and applied for Cambridge to have the main seat for philosophy., I got it at the age of 16, and they could not believe it. The admissions board whispered in the corners of oak-paneled halls that I was either a prodigy or a mistake written in ink too dark to erase. But I wasn't there to prove them wrong—I was there to carve philosophy into my bones, to drink reason like wine until it burned me hollow.
The nights at Cambridge were heavier than the days. I sat by the river Cam, scribbling lines about illusions, about love that was never mine, about shadows that still dared to chase me even in the silence of libraries. My professors saw in me not only a student, but something else. That is to say an unyielding force, half-mad, half-divine, who refused to play by the limits of human fate.
Some said: "Karl is too young. Karl is too broken. Karl will burn out before the dawn."
But I had already burned out once, long ago, when my parents abandoned me and Robert Morin stitched me back together with books instead of blood. What they didn't know was that each scar I carried was not a weakness, but the inscription of a philosophy I had already lived before I could even name it.
At 16, I wrote my first thesis: "The Will Beyond Power." Nietzsche spoke of the will to power, but I asked. Well, it could be: what of the will beyond? The will to endure, to become nothing and yet still remain? It was heresy in the ivory tower, but it was mine.
They laughed at me in candlelit seminars. But when I stood to speak, the room fell silent, for my words struck not their minds but their marrow. Philosophy was no longer theory.it was survival, it was fire.
As for my wife, The Lucasian Professorship of Mathematics at the University of Cambridge, established in 1663 by Henry Lucas, is one of the most prestigious academic positions in the world. She got it by the age of 12, she was ethereally intelligent that she challenged every classrooms and she used to give debates in The Debating Chamber in which I silently observed before I reached the age of 17. At that time, she was 14, solving huge problems at worldwide level, while I was on my way to solve the 12 problems of philosophy. She even got so close to publishing the theory of everything.
From the age of 12 to 14, Sophia Alpha reshaped the destiny of knowledge itself. Her mind moved across disciplines with the same ease a poet crosses between words, leaving behind not the dust of calculations but the light of revelations.
Mathematics (Calculus, Geometry, Algebra): By 12, she resolved inconsistencies between Newtonian and Leibnizian calculus, unifying them into a framework she called Harmonic Calculus, capable of modeling both continuous and discrete realities. Her new algebraic system allowed the simplification of equations that previously took months into a few elegant lines. In geometry, she revived Euclid with quantum logic, creating "geometries of uncertainty" where probability itself had shape.
Physics & Quantum Mechanics: At 13, she unveiled what physicists later called the Alpha Bridge: a model that reconciled quantum entanglement with general relativity without collapsing into paradox. Using this, she predicted the existence of "sub-spatial corridors," a theoretical foundation later tested for teleportation of quantum states across longer distances.
Chemistry & Molecular Design: She invented predictive chemistry, an AI-driven system that allowed chemists to "see" the formation of new molecules before they were synthesized. This led to the creation of ultra-stable materials, one of which, Sophium, was hailed as a breakthrough stronger than graphene and lighter than aerogel.
Artificial Intelligence & Robotics: She coded what was called the Cognita Protocol, an architecture for AI that mimicked not neurons but metaphors, allowing machines to learn through layered meaning like poets and philosophers. This opened the doors for robotics that did not merely calculate but interpreted the following: building machines that could improvise symphonies or repair satellites autonomously.
Teleportation & Energy Transfer: At 14, she presented her Entangled Gateways Theory, where energy could "fold" across dimensions instead of traveling linearly. Though still theoretical, it was the seed of experiments in quantum teleportation and instantaneous data transmission.
Philosophy & The 12 Problems: While she conquered equations, she stood in debating chambers unflinching before theologians, logicians, and skeptics. At 13, she resolved the Problem of Induction with a probabilistic logic that philosophers still struggle to fully understand. By 14, she had redefined the ontological problem of consciousness, suggesting that thought itself was not emergent but primeval energy.
Her contributions left even the most senior professors astonished. Journals scrambled to keep up with her writings, many of which were only published posthumously decades later — for she wrote in a style that combined equations, diagrams, and prose poetry, as if each theorem were also a hymn.