There isn’t much more to tell.”“What do you want to be when you graduate from college?”“An Engineer. I’m not totally sure what kind yet. I...love math, chemistry, and physics. But right now, I’d say an electrical engineer. I have a year to figure that out for sure.”“Could you get a scholarship from Boeing if you studied aeronautical engineering?”“They have a bunch of general scholarships that I can apply for just because dad works there.”“Cool!”“How are you paying for school?”I decided this was. I had finally had enough of the pompous asses at that country club. I had worked there as a gardener for the last five years. I had quit college after getting married so I could support my wife, Alice, as she finished her degree. She was further along than I was so we figured it would be easier for her to finish then support us when I went back.She had graduated over a year ago. I had not really given any consideration to returning to school. I guess we kind of got use to having two incomes.. I told him, that I am not opposed to a fight, especially after he slapped the dog shit out of me in public, so I was eager to take this tall, hammer on and show him that we little mother fucking Napoleon types; with major complexes can hold our own, so as soon as he got out of his car, I rushed him hard, and tackled him down to the ground, he was a big fucker, and strong also, but I was use to dealing with big men, and gave him a hard tussle in the woods, it got heated as I started ripping off. A final selection of how many people would be eating and the quantities changed on the screen before printing.In the last scene Aron and a friend came into the dark room and turned on the computer. In a moment they were playing a video game. This was educational and showed mathematical questions flashed on the screen and a now-functional digital-to-analogue sound card telling the boys how well they had done. When it said that it was ten o'clock and they should be in bed the boys reluctantly.