Phoenix Who: Bobby Drake NPCs: Erik Lensherr, Charles Xavier (overheard conversation) When: November 12 2008 (forward dated) Where: Salem New York, Salem Academy What: Bobby overhears something he probably wasn’t meant to during one of his classes. Rating: PG
“So n-2*180 will get you the sum of the degrees of a convex polygon, and if you divide that by n, you’ll get an individual angle for a regular…” Bobby had been happily scribbling away on the whiteboard, which was covered with triangles and lines and things like m < K=56, when he trailed off, eyes unfocused as he stared blankly at the whiteboard.
[You act like it’s as easy as will Charles, but it isn’t. There are some things nurture won’t win against! It’s like telling a wolf it has to be a vegetarian because the sheep are scared!]
[They aren’t animals Erik and you know how dangerous some of them are if they don’t exhibit any self control-]
[Then what Charles? Are we supposed to keep them here, caged like the animals you’re insisting they aren’t? Our numbers are growing Charles, we can’t bring them all here. You can’t honestly think that ‘fixing’ them will-]
Bobby frowned slightly. Fixing?
“Bobby?” One of his students asked quietly. Bobby shook his head and turned, and grinned at his class. “… polygon. Right. Polygons. Ok. I think this is a good spot to stop. Remember to do even numbers 2 through 46 in section 7.2 and be ready for three dimensional figures next class. Now get all of you, before I change my mind about letting you out early.” Bobby’s grin became more genuine as his class as one launched themselves from their chairs and out the door (though one or two of them went out a window).
But something kept bothering Bobby. What had Erik meant by ‘fix’?