Gertrude Block was your typical nerdy little kid. Frizzled hair, freckles, cheap clothes. At the top of her class, but at the bottom of the social ladder. At lunch, she ate alone. She was always picked last in gym class. I wish I could tell you she grew up to be the queen of the prom or the hot girl, but she stayed that way. All the way through her two doctorates. She worked for a defense contractor making explosives, and she imagined all the jocks and cool kids who enlisted getting blown up and horribly mangled by her creations.