“I want to be President.” If Hillman had been eating something, he would have choked on it. “President? Of Nano?” “Of the Galaxy. I’ve done it before.” “It’s a long story,” said Arthur. “She needs to go to school.” “I have eight master’s degrees and a double doctorate!” protested his daughter. “Virtual degrees,” said Arthur calmly. “I don’t think they count.” “Of course they count, Daddy. Don’t be so Cro-Magnon.” “I don’t make the rules.” “That is such a cliché. You are like a mound of cliché bricks all piled on top of each other to make a person.” “That’s very good imagery, honey. Maybe an
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