This is Miranda Elizabeth. She has big hands, big feet, big glasses, and bony knees. She is thirteen. There is a rage trapped inside of her. She does her best to swallow it but it never goes down quite right. She lives with her mother and father. As if in a desperate attempt to demonstrate usefulness despite her proclivity for destruction, she has already begun to utilize her massive intellect for the good of mankind. She has shelves lined with trophies and letters of glorious praise. Her parents share meaningful looks above her head. Her success will not absolve her.