An Incredible Mind
by Stephen Mark Golden
Copyright
© August 25, 1987
George
Beagle had an incredible mind.
No,
really!
However,
George Beagle had had enough. He wasn't
going to take it any more. Packing his things, he was. Going to where he didn't have to put up with
people, or society, or civilization.
Ever
again.
That's
right, George Beagle was moving out.
“. . . To
the wide open spaces,” George was fond of saying.
He
planned to spend the rest of his days turning his dreams into reality. Doing what he wanted to do. Take what was there for the taking and give
what he had to give. Going to get away
from people who didn’t appreciate the way his mind worked.
“George,
you always take things to the extreme.
Why can’t you just settle down and take life as it comes?” his wife
would nag at him.
Oh,
George couldn’t complain, really. His
wife, Margaret, had always been good to him, and not even all that
unpleasant. It was just her
expectations. She always was after him
to “act normal.”
“Take
life as it comes, you say?” asked George defiantly — to himself. “Well, I’m going to do just that! Move out!
Take life as it comes!”
George’s
employer was always after him to settle down and not be so outrageous all the
time. “Need to work on keeping your feet
firmly planted on the ground. Good ol’ down to earth thinking is what makes a man successful,”
Mr. Penston would lecture in a patriarchal
manner. Penston
didn’t want to understand why George was the way he was. Wanted him to fit the mold. But . . .
George
Beagle had an incredible mind.
George
let his wife know of his intentions. He
even invited her to come along. Margaret’s jaw dropped. Even lower than he had ever seen it drop
before.
“Geoffrey Horatius Beagle,” (his real name was
Geoffrey, but he had been called George since he was a small boy. Margaret used his full name when she was
perturbed with him.) “of
all the ridiculous, outrageous, and utterly extreme things I’ve ever heard you
say, this has got to be the all-time winner!”
George sort of remembered her saying this the last time he had come up
with a “ridiculous, outrageous, and utterly extreme” idea.
“I do
hope this is one of your little games.
You aren’t seriously planning to quit your job, ARE YOU?” she
pleaded. Just then, she looked out the
window and exclaimed, “You didn’t really buy that overgrown, clumsy looking
contraption out in the drive way, DID YOU?”
He was
guilty.
On both
counts.
“But I’ve
had enough!” he protested. “I’m not
going to live this way any longer, and if you don’t want to come along, you
don’t have to!”
To
George, the “overgrown, clumsy looking contraption” was the ultimate in
utilitarian transportation. He had to
admit, it was big, and odd looking. But
it had everything. It even included
living accommodations, a bit Spartan perhaps, but quite reasonable considering
everything else it was supposed to be.
It was sort of an all terrain, all purpose vehicle/travel home. And besides, George Beagle had some
additional features of his own to put into it.
“Just a little fixing up,” as he put it.
First
there was the accumulation of parts.
Some had to be specially made.
Since this vehicle was going to be his transportation, and his home for
the rest of his life, it had to be the ultimate. He wasn’t going to rely on civilization for
anything. Solar power, a small machine
shop, and a variety of other devices had to be installed — many of which he had
designed himself.
It took
George just a little longer than he expected to fix the thing up to his
requirements, but then, George was rather particular about how things were
done. They had to be done right, or they
just wouldn’t do. And he had some rather
unusual ideas.
George
spent a lot of time reading. “Research,”
he called it.
Technical
manuals.
Lots of
them.
George
Beagle had an incredible mind.
You see,
George Beagle was not your usual sort of guy.
It’s really a shame the way his employer didn’t make use of his
creativity. Sort of a sad commentary on
the state of Corporate America these days.
Happens a lot, though. But then,
I guess you can’t blame them. George
himself was so preoccupied with his ideas, even he didn’t realize how unusual
he really was. He never showed anyone
else his inventions — or told anyone of the theoretical concepts he had
envisioned. He didn’t think anyone would
be interested.
Finally,
the day drew near. George was ready to
go. He had done some extensive checking
on his destination. Brought lots of maps
and charts. And his books. He knew exactly what he was doing, and how to
do it.
Then
George Beagle packed up his belongings and took off.
Literally.
Into
outer space.
You see,
George Beagle built a space ship.
He even
worked out a plausible theory of hyperspatial travel.
Took it
with him, he did.
Out to
the “wide open spaces.”
George
Beagle had an incredible mind.