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creativity ratings, and other data. Isaac leaned closer to the monitor and quickly ran his eyes over the confidential lines.
    “Holy shit! Didn’t that crazy hobo say: ‘Destroy this heart of the devil’? He wasn’t all that far from the truth, that Elvis.”
    The memory card contained a whole heap of incomprehensible information, but the most
    interesting things on it were the various ratings. This wasn’t the devil’s heart, it was his database!
    Isaac’s fatigue instantly evaporated. His fingers flew over the keyboard as he avidly devoured the content. “Lord, what do you want me to do with his?” he thought to himself. 

Chapter 4
    Isaac’s hands hovered motionless above the keys. Destroying something was easy, if you
    knew for sure what actually was to be destroyed. Isaac had come into possession of a database, but what was the right way to deal with this knowledge from out of the blue?
    “What if I search the table for names I know?” thought Isaac, in earnest excitement.
    He opened the file named Human Imagination Tone. First, he decided to try his own
    name, typed it in and launched the search. “I’m not in the top hundred, but I made the top thousand, marked with 996 that is,” he grinned to himself. His next search was for “Jeremy Link”. There was a lot of empty chatter available on the internet about the professor, but there was no serious open information.
    The search engine found Jeremy Link. Wow! The name was in a separate table with the
    striking title “Top 50 geniuses”. The genius top list, no less! And these were people who have not donated their energy!
    Isaac ran through the list eagerly: Europeans, Australians, Americans, Asians – talents could be born anywhere. The first two were unfamiliar to him; number three was a well-known Russian mathematician, who worked at MIT. He and Pascal were taught on his books. He
    cracked complicated theorems like nuts and was famous for always refusing money prizes for his achievements. What had jogged him into filling in a form to sell his creativity? Isaac found the answer to that question in the “Remarks” section, where it said that the mathematician needed to raise money for medical treatment for his child who had a rare brain disease.
    Isaac gritted his teeth at this coincidence. Vicky, dear little sister. Isaac’s fury with Collective Mind overwhelmed him. It would never release him now.
    Vicky was Isaac’s stepsister, but she was the nearest and dearest person he had. No matter how hard Isaac tried, he couldn’t clearly recall the moment when he first met her. He
    remembered being introduced to a frightened little girl in a blue dress. And that it was a good day, because he was given a radio-controlled car. And a bit later Vicky’s dad – his mum’s friend, as he was introduced at the time – bought Isaac a really great bike. Then he started coming round more and more often, together with Vicky. Playing with someone, even with a girl, was better than playing on your own. On the weekends Vicky’s dad drove them to the amusement park and bought them big ice creams, and there was no reason to be afraid of someone like him. Isaac quickly got used to him and was glad when he came, always with a present, even if only a little one. Isaac was delighted when he and his mum moved into his apartment, where Isaac and Vicky had their own room.
    They grew up like that together, went summer camps and the amusement parks together.
    Then to school, to the parties at school, and then to the discotheques. He told her about his inventions and the problems he had making progress with them, and she listened closely and encouraged her brother, and wouldn’t let him give up. And Vicky used to laugh and say that he was her very best girlfriend, who wouldn’t even look at the same boy as she.
    Isaac drove away his memories and went back to the data base.
    Isaac saw another famous name, the inventor of the unique search engine “Piquet”.
    Johnson