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Victor Dimaria was a genius of astounding ability. His mind was a collection of shuffled labyrinths drifting through great nebulas of incalculable density; no one would ever come to fully understand the origins or ends of his thought. A polymath, he was perhaps the greatest intellect of the 21st century and had his epoch not ended in such an abrupt tragedy it could be assumed that the course of humanity would have been altered to unfathomable ends.
Oliver and Lucy Dimaria, a plumber and a social worker, lived a hurried and worrisome life on the outskirts of a large city. They were a good-natured, simple, and perfectly innocent couple who happened to be tragically misfortunate in many heartbreaking ways. Victor’s Mother, Lucy, passed away during his conception despite the current state of obstetric medical advances; his father, Oliver, had soon afterward lost the long, wearisome battle with lung cancer; his valiant efforts did not go unnoticed and death took him with great respect. He left with a gentle peace knowing that Victor would be in the caring hands of his grandmother.
Victor proved to be an incredibly docile infant, rarely crying and easily entertained with the outdated assortment of plastic toys his father used to play with. His grandmother, having raised many children , never felt any strain in rearing Victor, even at her old age. Due to her prodigious compassion, Victor’s earliest years, as his father had hoped for in the final moments of his life, were lukewarm, calm, and immensely comfortable; Victor slept peacefully on a gentle flow of time.
A nascent super-intellect appeared in Victor’s early youth. At the age of five, Victor was enrolled in Horace meadow Kindergarten; the unassuming, simple instructors were not prepared for what they would come to find In young Victor. The simple assignments and projects that the instructors presented to Victor gave the means of transmitting his conscious onto a visible, tangible medium. Everything he produced was a deeply intriguing abstraction, completely separable from the known world. His instructors would congregate after the school day and interpret the enigmatic assemblages he constructed out of colored paper and old newsprint. These assemblages were fastidious and intricate while remaining soft and somewhat romantic. He would construct landscapes from another world; Newsprint was manipulated into serrated mounds, small caves and tunnels were realized under structurally sound Escher-esque pillars and walkways. The composition was perfectly balanced; flowing, organic form was opposed with strict rigidity. It was a monumental showcase of a finely tuned feeling for curving organismic shape coupled with an instinctual understanding Euclidian geometry.