Polynomial: A Gift From the Future

By Marcus Haynes

Polynomial is a twelve year old boy with an eight year old sister named Omni. They are from an easy and friendly town in Heidelberg, Germany. Polynomial and Omni are fun-loving, beyond average intelligent kids who are homeschooled, until a sudden family mishap... their parents are kidnapped. Displaced for a few days at a shelter, they assume tha

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cadmus Publishing
• Release date: Jul 6, 2022
• ISBN: 9781637511206

Marcus Haynes

Marcus Haynes has been incarcerated since the tender age of seventeen. After twenty-five years in prison, he has turned his back on the criminal world and I dedicated to transforming lives and futures of other disadvantaged youth, and black and Hispanic youth in general, with the goal of keeping them away form criminality, and therefore, prison. After twenty years of educating himself, Marcus is convinced that he knows how parents and caregivers can stimulate the intellectual, personal and social development of their children, which will greatly enhance the possibility that they will not commit terrible crimes. If the street - and book - smart founder of Kinder Prim is embraced by the education community, whose interests lie with digital equity and the racial identity development of ignored, oppressed, black and Hispanic children, then the author believes we can take America to the next stage in evolution.

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Polynomial:

A Gift From

the Future

By

Marcus Haynes

Cadmus Publishing

www.cadmuspublishing.com

Copyright © 2022 Marcus Haynes

Published by Cadmus Publishing

www.cadmuspublishing.com

Port Angeles, WA

ISBN: 978-1-63751-120-6

Library of Congress Control Number:2022905911

All rights reserved. Copyright under Berne Copyright Convention, Universal Copyright Convention, and Pan-American Copyright Convention. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form, or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without prior permission of the author.

This is a work of fiction; therefore, names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Acknowledgements

To my youngest sister Danielle, thank you for all the information and books that you send. I love you. Thank you, dad and my power-momma Mrs. Frances - I love both of y’all. I’m extremely thankful to a lot of guys here on the Beto Unit, who came in contact with Polynomial first. To my boy Kelley - better known as Solo - you heard Polynomial’s story before I even wrote it. Big T, you knew this would be big. F-wing boys: Murphy, A-1, Freddy, and Smith, from East Texas, you all were big motivation for me. To my celly, Albarran, you listened attentively and helped pre-design my logo - thank you. Bowman from Beaumont, and TCB, thank you for your exclusive assistance. Computer Aid & Drafting Mr. Crosby, thanks for inspiring me to push with this, and the BCIS instructor Mr. Hart, you saw the potential in Polynomial and gave me the green light. Mincey, or better known as Jay, thanks for those late-night conversations about business and education. I couldn’t have done this alone.

Dedication

I’d like to dedicate this story to: Jada, Brielle, Greyson, and my other nieces and nephews that I haven’t been blessed to meet. I’d like you all to know, that a bad choice as a kid landed me in prison, and as a result, my mind has been on an adventure ahead in time… and that Polynomial, is a gift from the future.

At first, people refuse to believe that a strange new thing can be done, then they begin to hope it can be done, then they see it can be done - then it is done, and all the world wonders why it was not done centuries ago.

- Francis Burnett

I must notify you…

This is not just a book for entertainment…

So please, pay attention.

Welcome back to the Millennium Ex, Polynomial.

You may proceed…

Chapter 1

(Heidelberg, Germany)

As soon as I realize I’m just lying here in the dark, a small light touches the front portion of the floor of my room. Telling me someone has opened my door. A small, shadowed image is drawn in the light, outlining the figure of a little girl; it’s my little sister. Omni, I begin in a nice tone, what are you doing in my room?

I’m your sister. She chirps.

I’m afraid that question wasn’t relative. I mean, literally, like, what do you want?

She stops, and pokes her head inside just enough to where we can make eye contact. I want something to read. She uses her best cute-little-sister voice.

"We’re going to the library tomorrow, Omni, you can get something then.

Okay, sorry to bother you. She backs out and closes my door.

I sit up and turn on my lamp. I take a breath and look down at my bed. If having a bed blanket covered in algebra symbols and polynomials is a bit childish for a twelve-year-old boy, then please, don’t judge me.

I step over to my desk and sit in front of my computer. I have nothing specific in mind that I want to see. It’s just habit.

Unglaubich… I say to myself. If you’re not familiar with German, sorry, that means unbelievable. What I’m saying is unbelievable, is a scientific documentary, whose narrator claims is a famous quantum physics experiment. I’m not saying that I don’t believe what I’m seeing. I’m amazed. The basis of it, if you don’t mind me sharing it with you, is that tiny particles of light - called photons - display a certain level of awareness! Like, they’re able to think. I can honestly-

Polynomial!? Her voice is heard from a distance.

Yes, Mom?

Your father and I would like to talk with you and your sister about an important matter when breakfast is ready.

Okay, no problem. I call out. My mom, Vietta, you know, the feminine half that completes me and Omni as being sister and brother? Oh, you don’t? Well, sorry, she’s a cognitive therapist by the way. She’s also the reason I view most circumstances the way that I do. I like to say, that I had structure and positive thoughts in my baby bottle. It was most likely her structural frame of mind, mathematically speaking, which led to my educational efforts of not only figuring out how to use the quadratic formula for cleaning a room, but also honored with the opportunity of being the youngest tenured professor at the Heidelberg University.

I log off this science website to see about my own website to see if anyone is seeking math lessons. And there is. I begin typing to let this guy know that I am available this morning, and that he is welcome to come by. I charge 10 euros an hour for my services. I’m not trying to get rich, just trying to make some extra money; and not to mention to keep my skills sharp. I had to get permission from my parents, of course. They thought that there was absolutely nothing wrong with me making honest money with a skill that I’ve worked very hard at gaining mastery in; that also helps others.

And I agree.

Sometimes my parents and I don’t see eye to eye when it comes to buying me certain things. So having my own money tends to work out just fine. Someone’s knocking on my door.

Polynomial?

Oh, it’s my eight-year-old annoyance, I mean, little sister again. And she’s asking can she come in, but even if I say no, she’d still find an excuse to come in anyway. So, to make our morning phase go a lot smoother, I tell her, Sure, Omni, come in.

Guten morgen. She speaks.

I deliberately face my computer as she steps up to the left of me. Guten morgan, Omni. What is it? Still looking at the screen.

Well, I’ve been thinking.

You think awfully too much as it is, Omni. I now turn to face her. What’s on your mind? I brace myself.

You should too.

For all of our lives we’ve been home schooled by mom and dad. And now they want to dump us into the public school system without even giving us a choice. This makes me question our free will.

I cross my arms and I’m sure there’s a look of uncertainty on my face. Dump us… into the public school system? Omni, you’re going way too hard here. And-

But do you-

…makes you question our free…Omni, what have you been reading?

Poly-

Omni, it’s too early in the-,

But listen, Polynomial, it’ll just take a minute.

I sigh, and surrender. Alright, alright, come on. Let’s hear it.

Do you believe that once you’re a certain age, that you should be able to make your own important decisions?

Yes, I do. I can tell she wasn’t expecting my response.

You… you do? Her eyes sort of lit up.

Yes.

Then, maybe we should try and convince mom and dad into changing their minds about putting us in public school.

I’d rather not. I state precisely. I’ve learned an effective way in taking the fight out of Omni. To smear oncoming arguments; and we argue a lot.

You don’t think we should have more freedom with making-

Omni, you’re eight years old, calm down. Besides, real freedom starts in the mind, anyway.

I disagree. Real free-

Omni, I’m not going to... I catch myself, and take an obvious deep breath so Omni knows that it’s because of her. You have every right to disagree, Omni, and I respect your opinion. Now here’s my opinion. You are too young to make important decisions on your own. Why? Because for one, you don’t even control your own thinking. And anyone who can’t control their own thinking shouldn’t be allowed to make important decisions. Does that make sense?

She looks confused. You don’t think I control my own thinking?

No, Omni, I don’t. In fact, most people suffer in this function. Even a lot of adults. You’re only eight and have your whole life ahead of you to think for yourself. So, enjoy being a kid, and having mom and dad think for you. I smile at her.

What makes you think mom and dad thinks for me? Omni actually looks disappointed by my statement.

There’s-

Omni!? Mom calls out for her.

Yes?

Aren’t you supposed to have your bed made and ready for breakfast, young lady?

Yes, ma’am.

That’s one reason. I tell her with a smile.

She rolls her eyes and treks out of my room.

I now wonder if Omni’s already been successful with sneaking into my room to get books to read without my knowing. Some of my books are rather complex. Especially for an eight-year-old. Could probably rob a kid of their childhood.

Refocused on my computer screen, I stop to view coverage of America’s presidential election. They have a Hilary Clinton going up against President Trump. From what I’m reading, things are getting real nasty over there. I’m not sure why-"

Polynomial, breakfast is ready.

I’m on my way.

I dress neat and preppy by the way. Like now, I’m wearing some black slacks, along with a grey, long sleeve dress shirt, under a mostly green, argyle vest. I have on black dress shoes and black plastic frame glasses. To cap off the look, I wear a black tie. Classic!

I find dad and Omni already seated at the table. Mom pouring juice. Guten morgan, dad, mom. I sit.

Mom and dad both greet me, and mom finally takes a seat.

Your mother and I wanted to speak with you two this morning, dad begins, and we hope you two can understand what is happening. Your mother is taking a step forward in her career, and this is the reason we will not be able to continue with home-schooling you kids. We are practically forced to enroll you two into a school system.

Omni lets out a breath of frustration for everyone to hear.

Mom speaks, Yes, I’ll have to be away from home longer now, working. And this will take me away from the time needed with your lessons. Since I can’t be as effective as I’d like, we figure it’s okay now, that you two get a chance to experience a public school setting.

Get a chance? Omni questions with unbelief in her tone.

I can’t remember a time where Omni was this defiant about a matter ever in my life.

You mean, experience slow learning? Experience being bullied? Mom, it’s not fair. Omni wines.

You’re not going to be bullied. Mom replies.

How can you say for certain that we won’t experience being bullied?

Okay, I can’t say for certain.

And what about the other kids we’ll be forced to be around who aren’t eager to learn as me and Polynomial?

There will be those kids who aren’t motivated to learn; especially as you and your brother are. You should use that to gain confidence and to try and motivate them yourselves. And if that doesn’t work, well, at least you tried.

Omni doesn’t look convinced. I just hope this experience doesn’t damage my self-esteem. Omni’s almost about to cry.

Mom leans over to comfort her. Omni, sweetheart, you can’t allow someone’s mean words to effect you. Do you remember what you learned in your cognitive lessons about anger?

Omni goes in thought. Yes. About… about how it’s impossible for others to make me angry. Because I always have the choice in whether I get angry or not.

That’s correct. And there’s no way around this truth; unless of course someone puts their hands on you the wrong way. And do you expect to be successful someday?

Yes.

Well, most successful people generally have good communication skills. People skills. Your father and I have gotten your intellectual wheels rolling, and now is a good time to learn how to best deal with different personalities. To make friends. To use some of the things you have learned. That is one of the benefits of attending public school. Plus, what’s not to like about you? Mom smiles at Omni, stroking her ponytail.

I raise my hand to that question. I have a suggestion to that. My innocent sarcasm usually earns a laugh or two from mom and dad, but, not this time. I quickly drop my hand, realizing I may have picked the wrong time for sarcasm. Oh, um, never mind.

Then dad says to me, So, tell me, son, how can this experience benefit you?

Well, being able to socialize with others, to make friends, as mom mentioned, is beneficial. If they’re good friends, I suppose. A good friend could open opportunities that could have been closed to me otherwise. Friends can also provide assistance and emotional support in times of need. Things like that.

Dad nods. I’d like to get something else straight with you this morning. I’ve been grooming you for the business world. My new company is almost set to open, and I feel confident that you’ll be mentally prepared to handle your own business.

The new company dad’s referring to, is a contact len’s company. Dad, my passion is teaching. Being the youngest professor to ever teach at the Heidelberg University is my dream.

Teaching can still, or, always come, son. Managing a company on the other hand, is an experience and opportunity you should reconsider passing up. Being a professor at a great university is wonderful, don’t confuse me. But your job is still basically in someone else’s hands. When you manage your own company, your job depends on you. You’re the boss and in control.

"That’s understandable. But, would I really own the business, dad? Because at first you mentioned me managing my own business.