Maximillion
Jonas Eilerson Biography
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The
characteristic adaptability IPX, the largest of the three conglomerates
in Bargon, created and amassed billions in new technologies, trademarks
and weapons; feeding the desperate Solar System new tools with which
to cope. So that sets the socio-economic scene for the birth of Maximillion
Eilerson.
We
find ourselves focusing down now on a five-acre middle class oval home
on the outside of Lilith. A space Pueblo apartment, a complex if you
will. Max was born to a neurotic, brilliant, social climbing mother
who had given up on the career of her semi-castrated husband, and was
focusing on Max, the only child of the couple. The dynamics that were
to affect Max most were three; the ambition of his mother, the brilliance
of his father, and his sensitivity to the isolation of his childhood.
The
dinner table was a microcosm of Max's youth, sarcastic, dissatisfied
barba from the mouth of his mother like black pearls heading toward
the father. She thought that they were witty and helpful, motivating,
if you will. Jonathan Eilerson accepted them as part of his home life.
A good-hearted man with no particular ambition. He worked at the International
Monetary Fund as a department manager. His exceptionally high IQ only
accentuated the shut down mode he had adapted to defend himself against
the expectations that everyone had held for him, including his own ambitious
mother. His hobby, a yet unpublished manuscript on the mathematical
patterns and similarities of ancient alien languages, was a subject
too esoteric for casual chatter. So Jonathan's brilliance was cloistered
in a spare room after work with old computer programs and boxes of unedited
typing that he had done for as long as Max could remember.
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