Einsteins

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"Am I correct? Ah, thank-you."

The Einstein's are groups of super-intelligent children with ridiculous IQs and egos to match. You were way too clever for any school, and too smug for all the other YoGangs, so you came here. You found a collection of like-minded people who understood you, challenged you, and catered for your ego.

You are driven by a self-belief that you are the single most intelligent being on Earth, bar none. This is what pushes you to achieve what you do - you are at the forefront of technology, are breaking the rules of physics every other day, and can beat some supercomputers at trigonometry. It's a shame you can't fight to save your life (literally) - or you'd be the perfect human being, a combo of raw genius and brawn, melded into Genius Kid.

What You Look Like

If only you knew.

Usually you're too wrapped up in your work to notice. When you wake up at whatever hour, your brain switches to autopilot to save runtime energy, so you don't really notice what you're wearing very often. Not that it matters anyway - it's cool to be scruffy and rebellious. You once got a compliment from another Einstein over the state of your clothes that day - you accepted the rare compliment and claimed it to be a result of your talent - but it wasn't.

In all honesty, you don't care what you wear. It just doesn't matter.

SubCulture

Considering the physical abilities of the average Einstein, your culture is surprisingly vicious, with little room for failiure. When you make a mistake, it is pounced upon and made out to be your major downfall. From then on you are substandard, and are excluded from all the top research for a while. When you finally get back in, you are the butt of some very bad, very snidy jokes.

Einstein's work in groups to maximise productivity. If at all possible, they would work alone to revolutionise society as we know it; but you get things done faster in groups. Those that do work alone are closely watched, and if they slip up, they are humiliated real bad. The risk of this deters most.

Competition is fierce. The race to be at the cutting edge is what keeps you, and all other Einsteins, going. Without it, you would most likely all become flawed genius'. Those of you that do succumb under the pressure have found many creative uses for some plants, and at least a hundred good ways to destroy a power plant using a small tea pot and Maugnus' equation.

Einstein's work in old buildings, or if lucky enough, in old research labs. Some have wealthy parents, who happily subsidise ventures if it keeps the fat child off their backs. Sadly most kids take on the worst attributes of their parents, and slowly become corrupt, cynical adults. The Einstein's are one of very few gangs who see no problem in turning their backs on the cybergeneration, many finding work with top corporations and the governemnt.

Some eventually go on to marry other Einstein's, though this isn't too common; males outweigh females in the gang at around 80 percent to 20.

Belonging

You've never really felt a part of the group - but then which Einstein does? The competition prevents you getting close to the only people who understand you, but you don't care. You're too busy for that. For company, you've got an hour-long special V-card of your favourite actress, which you watch over and over again. You know a hundred ways to make it "more exciting" - but that'd spoil it, you think. You take pride in your solitude, your individuality - but how much you'd give, how much of your IQ you'd trade, for one kiss, one friend.

Anyone who manages to get close to another is viewed with suspicion. To become a Einstein, you had to exhibit raw genius and the solitude that came with it - now it looks like you're abandoning that. But then, Einstein's aren't very good at people skills. They're probably barking up the wrong tree... best to leave all that to the Lookers.

Allies & Enemies

You like the Guardians for the protection they offer, but little else. Certainly in terms of intelligence, they are fleas to your dog. The only YoGang you have any real respect for are the Goths, because you envy their super-cool, relaxed attitude. If only you could have so few worries, you'd be a happier prodigy. But your life is complicated with formulae and petty squabbles. So sad.

The TinkerTots and the Vidiots are your only enemies, though you rarely fight your differences out. You mock them for emulating you - even though you know they could never rival you in terms of raw power. Why don't the fools just give up?

Slang

Loser: false Einstein
Skill: the natural talent you have
Spice: performance-enhancing drugs
Drag: failing Einstein
Reuters Theory: misleading jargon to confuse opponents
Cube Root: top joke

YoGang Skill: Genius (INT)

You can't help having a larger brain than most, and brain speeds to match the supercomputers - it's just the way you are. Your uses for it are varied - you've specialised in one area, and in this you can add your Genius skill to any INT-based rolls you make. For all other activities using your head, you can replace INT with Genius if you want.

This allows you to solve almost any problem very quickly, perform calculations in your head, and any other complex brain skill.

Unfortunately, it also means your ATT is naturally halved.

If You're an Einstein

Pick four things:

Personal V-term
Tech-tool set
Stun Gun
Snoopbox
Secure lab in Secure warehouse
Contract with Arasaka, BioTechnica, etc. Pays $2000 per month
Personal cellphone
Direct-to-brain Net access
Net operators (L3) license

"As I thought."
"And then, the robot said to the milk carton..!"