“Okay, well, you know how you only use ten percent of your brain?” Chatham said.

“No, you don’t. That’s an urban myth,” replied Durant. “You use different parts at different times and for different things, but it pretty much all gets used. Otherwise it would have been selected out by evolution.”

“Well, yes,” Chatham conceded, “but if you could use the whole thing at once, instead of just parts…”

Durant sighed. “They have a name for that, you know. It’s called a grand mall seizure. People flop about like dying fish and bite off their own tongues before choking on them.”

“Are you going to be like this the whole time, or are you going to hear me out?” Chatham barked, exasperated.

“If you have any more pseudoscientific gibberish to spout, you might as well get it out of your system.” Durant shrugged. “But keep in mind that I’ll just be mentally undressing your secretary while refuting it.”

“You obviously aren’t all that interested in intelligence enhancement.”

“If you’d actually used it on yourself, I might be.”