The Rosie Project Read Online Free

The Rosie Project
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Author: Graeme Simsion
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building, but he was not there. Fortunately his personal assistant, The Beautiful Helena, who should be called The Obstructive Helena, was not there either and I was able to access Gene’s diary. I discovered that he was giving a public lecture, due to finish at 5:00 p.m., with a gap before a meeting at 5:30 p.m. Perfect. I would merely have to reduce the length of my scheduled gym session. I booked the vacant slot.
    After an accelerated workout at the gym, achieved by deleting the shower and change tasks, I jogged to the lecture theater, where I waited outside the staff entrance. Although I was perspiring heavily from the heat and exercise, I was energized, both physically and mentally. As soon as my watch showed 5:00 p.m., I walked in. Gene was at the lectern of the darkened theater, still talking,apparently oblivious to time, responding to a question about funding. My entrance had allowed a shaft of light into the room, and I realized that the audience’s eyes were now on me, as if expecting me to say something.
    “Time’s up,” I said. “I have a meeting with Gene.”
    People immediately started getting up, and I observed the Dean in the front row with three people in corporate costumes. I guessed that they were there as potential providers of finance and not because of an intellectual interest in primate sexual attraction. Gene is always trying to solicit money for research, and the Dean is constantly threatening to downsize the Genetics and Psychology Departments because of insufficient funding. It is not an area I involve myself in.
    Gene spoke over the chatter. “I think my colleague Professor Tillman has given us a signal that we should discuss the finances, critical as they are to our ongoing work, at another time.” He looked toward the Dean and her companions. “Thank you again for your interest in my work—and of course that of my colleagues in the Department of Psychology.” There was applause. It seemed that my intervention had been timely.
    The Dean and her corporate friends swept past me. She said, just to me, “Sorry to hold up your meeting, Professor Tillman. I’m sure we can find the money elsewhere.” This was good to hear, but now, annoyingly, there was a throng around Gene. A woman with red hair and several metal objects in her ears was talking to him. She was speaking quite loudly.
    “I can’t believe you used a public lecture to push your own agenda.”
    “Lucky you came, then. You’ve changed one of your beliefs. That’d be a first.”
    It was obvious that there was some animosity on the woman’s part, even though Gene was smiling.
    “Even if you were right, which you’re not, what about the social impact?”
    I was amazed by Gene’s next reply, not by its intent, which I am familiar with, but by its subtle shift in topic. Gene has social skills at a level that I will never have.
    “This is sounding like a café discussion. Why don’t we pick it up over coffee sometime?”
    “Sorry,” she said. “I’ve got research to do. You know, evidence.”
    I moved to push in, but a tall, blond woman was ahead of me, and I did not want to risk body contact. She spoke with a Norwegian accent.
    “Professor Barrow?” she said, meaning Gene. “With respect, I think you are oversimplifying the feminist position.”
    “If we’re going to talk philosophy, we should do it in a coffee shop,” Gene replied. “I’ll catch you at Barista’s in five.”
    The woman nodded and walked toward the door.
    Finally, we had time to talk.
    “What’s her accent?” Gene asked me. “Swedish?”
    “Norwegian,” I said. “I thought you had a Norwegian already.”
    I told him that we had a discussion scheduled, but Gene was now focused on having coffee with the woman. Most male animals are programmed to give higher priority to sex than to assisting an unrelated individual, and Gene had the additional motivation of his research project. Arguing would be hopeless.
    “Book the next slot in my
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