I know everything about hate

The bright future’s children walked up, down, and around me while I was walking on Stanford’s quad.
Most of them were typical and generic for being a young “genius”: Socially unaware, but well trained in rationality and concentration. They didn’t bother me as much, because they weren’t threatening to my self-esteem. I thought, “At least I saw things they didn’t.”
The one’s that really got to me were the all-around types. They could talk, walk, think, and accept awards. They knew they were great. Maybe they even knew the advance placements and scholarships didn’t actually make them exceptional from some kind of divine standpoint, nevertheless, they accepted them, and most likely than not (because I know I would have) they put these trophies in the back of their minds as an affirmation of their importance.
And yeah, they were important. They would cure cancer. They would build space ships. Write books. Be politicians. Do all that stuff that we as a society in the 21st century love and admire.
So with all of that brightness and light in that little, bony head that passed directly in front of me, it amazed me how easily I could make it disappear. If I really wanted to, or if that part of me that really didn’t want me to turned off somehow, I could have briskly walked over to one of those children, grabbed them authoritatively, and sweep their feet from under them and forcefully drive their head directly into the concrete.
It probably would have only cracked at first, with that blood and fluid contained in the skull seeping out onto the concrete, but from there it would not have taken much more effort to completely scramble the all that meat on the inside by kicking and stopping on the kid’s head, ruining its cognitive capabilities beyond repair.
The parents would have cried “WHY! OHHHHHHHHHHHHH WHY!!!???”, and his teachers and various advisors would be horrified, but mainly disappointed because this boy in their lives who they had an impact on would have gone on to do great things, which, by extension, means they themselves would have done something great. And they know that this opportunity to REALLY have a huge direct impact rather than a smaller, more abstract impact that is part some collective effort probably won’t present itself again.
Within a good 4 minutes, I could have been the one to change society if I really wanted to. I could have killed one of those kids, and I could have redirected the huge impact that they would have had on society onto their skull, via the kinetic energy that I create by sweeping their feet off the ground, using the force from my own body, and as a result my own mind, to put them to sleep forever, rendering them useless.
I didn’t.