Chance Meeting at Berkeley
Maximillian Sivana had arrived at Berkely University. It had been relatively easy to pass the requirments needed to enter. He just hoped that they could actually challenge him. He wasn't going to get his hopes up. As such he took a diverse bunch of courses, simply to test himself and feed his encyclopedic mind. His mother sometimes worried about him. The genius stuff reminded her too much of dear often unlamented grandpa Sivana. Max had no interest in becoming some megalomaniac bent on ruling the world. He could just imagine the bureacratic nightmare that'd be. He knew which course was first as he remembered the schedule by heart.
"The Histroy of Nonviolence," he mused aloud to himself. "Should be interesting." He wondered if the professor would freak out over his last name or not. Probably not, fewer people these days new the infamy of that name. He figured he might as well take a seat before the professor took role.
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