Grayson the Genius
Take Me to the Moon 7.0
It was a historic day for the Tesla legacy. Grayson’s teen birthday had arrived, and torch-passing, unrealistic growth spurts, and family frivolity were imminent. But much to Alyse’s chagrin, Fearghus was called into work for an emergency surgery, and unable to help with preparations at home.
When the birthday boy’s errant father arrived at the hospital, his cousin’s cousin, Darwin Arias, was collapsed on the lobby floor. Fearghus wondered why none of the orderlies or nurses had tended to the man, and escorted him to the the surgery table. Sometimes Fearghus thought he was the only sim who ever did any work around this hospital, but he figured that line of thinking must just be due to his natural insecurities.
Darwin looked really worried as the big arms jerked around over him. A claw, looking ready to scoop up a teddy bear, snapped open and shut.
Fearghus noticed Darwin’s vitals going crazy – heart rate out of control, blood pressure sky high, and adrenaline coursing through his body.
Even with this monstrous piece of technology under his control, Fearghus wished he had some assistance.
But there was no time for second-guessing the procedure.
The scans indicated that Darwin needed an emergency appendectomy.
Deftly, the machine grabbed Darwin’s heart right out of his chest, and waved it around in the air like a witch doctor awing his clientele.
The patient promptly passed out.
Fearghus furiously studied the readouts of the infernal machine. The machine seemed to have a glitch that caused it to perform a heart transplant instead of the needed surgery. There had to be a way to override the programming.
He stole a glance at his patient, but quickly realized that worry was not going to save him.
The outcome was a miracle of some kind of science.
After accidentally tearing the patient’s heart out twice more, Fearghus triumphantly found the correct program and his patient jumped off the operating table, stood up, smiled, and walked out of the room.
Fearghus suddenly felt extremely confident, and realized that with his bedside manner, there was no need for attending nurses or techs.
Fearghus went straight home, and Alyse, obviously unaware of his medical prowess and stature, assigned him to the mundane role of catering and baking cake for the auspicious event.
Guests were starting to arrive, and the cake was ready.
But Grayson wanted to complete his homework, even though he would never have an opportunity to turn it in.
“You know, you don’t need to do your homework, son,” Fearghus said. “You’ll be attending a new school now.”
Grayson shook his head. He marveled that his parents took his education so lightly, but then realized that his father didn’t comprehend the value of what he was doing. With a sigh, he momentarily put down the pencil and looked at Fearghus.
“These exponents will be foundational for a needed skill later in life. Perhaps, logarithms, for example,” Grayson explained, and quickly refocused on his work. Everyone knew that logarithms were a basic necessity for success in the post-information age.
In no time, Grayson had finished the assignment.
“Aubree!” he exclaimed, as he hopped up and gave his aunt a hug.
His granddad, Bjorn TuRok, had also arrived and helped himself to some leftover eggs and bacon as he updated the family on the state of the island home and the crypt underneath it.
“Haven’t seen any ghosts since you all moved out,” he cheerily declared.
“It’s time!” Alyse declared, as she called in the family and friends, and took a seat at the table. Fearghus pulled out a party horn and started loudly blowing it, which prompted preteen Laurie, Felicity’s daughter, to cover her eyes at the dreadful sight of adults being silly.
Grayson thoughtfully surveyed the room. He couldn’t deny this event’s importance, but he was curious about the motivation and plans of his parents for his future. He suspected they envisioned a conventional future for him, full of promotions and grandchildren.
“Make a wish,” Sakura proclaimed.
Grayson didn’t wish. He made his own destiny.
But he made a vow.
It was time for someone in this family to stand out.
True, his great, great grandmother, Delaney, was a legend.
She had worked hard and become a role model at the highest level. She had played by all the rules. What could she have done with her genius, had she dispensed with convention, and moral compunction?
His great aunt, Elise, had taken the less savory path. She was a legend as well, as a scientist, but also had major failures in her life and never reached her potential. Grayson felt that Elise had sadly underrated herself.
Grayson vowed he would distinguish himself, and by extension, this legacy. He vowed to be always a step ahead in the epic game with those who were still bound by the rules of society. He would provide job security for law enforcement, as well as meaning to their life. Unlike his Aunt Elise, he would, at the same time, be known, and yet, ultimately evade what they thought were traps, setting his own instead, as the mouse became the cat. The Cat Burglar.
After blowing out his candles, everyone dispersed to eat cake and socialize. Grayson’s granddad came over to chat with him. Grayson pulled a prank on him and told him that the next Sims game was going to add a life stage between the bassinet and childhood.
But Grandpa Bjorn was no fool. Why would a life simulation game add a nonexistent life stage? They had a good laugh over it.
Felicity was Grayson’s next target, as he scared her and made her jump.
She thought it was funny too, though, even though she was having labor pains and could have reacted very differently.
Billie Jang, who would never give him the time of day as a child, suddenly thought he was super cool and started telling him what she presumed to be an engaging story.
As the party started to wind down, Bjorn helped clean up. Aubree, Alyse, and Ashlee, Eric’s daughter, chatted.
The next day, Grayson tested his breaking and entering skills on the next door neighbors.
And made it in and out, without being caught. But he realized, as he made off with a children’s pink desk lamp, he needed a bigger arena.
Right away, he started researching wealthy areas of town to case.
- We’ve made it to Generation 7! (I’ve been declaring it to be the new generation, for blogging purposes, at the teen transition at least since Delaney).
- Grayson has the Chief of Mischief aspiration. I would have liked fortune for him, but the first one I rolled that hadn’t been done in the legacy was Chief of Mischief. His traits are: Kleptomaniac (child), Mentally Gifted (childhood reward), Genius, Shameless (teen reward).
- Felicity was in labor during the party, but without the notification to deliver the baby. At least, I think that was what was happening. Since I installed the updated MC Command Center, which has the ability to turn on aging for pregnant sims, I have noticed too inactive household sims at parties, appearing to be in labor, who delivered immediately after the party was over.
- Fox only has a few more days till his young adult birthday, when he will probably move out.
- Fearghus still needs one more surgery to get his next promotion. The doctor career can be so aggravating. Lately the glitch it has, is that the rooms and waiting room are completely filled up with child patients, and I don’t think they can have surgery. Anyway, none have had an illness that is treated with surgery. Without Darwin collapsing, I don’t think he would have had an opportunity for surgery, yet again.