Brain

A well-organized brain is worth more than a well-filled brain.
by Michel de Montén

If I and my boss Lyudmila Viktorovna were landed on a cold and predatory, deserted island, I would not be worried about it, nor would I, on the contrary, enjoy the work of her inhuman intelligence.
Certainly, she would organize such a scheme, in which a puddle with a puddle of wood, himself would run to us from the jungle, somehow opened a fire under him and roasted.
A very smart woman.

And in sight, you don't seem to say, a aunt - like a aunt: a little over fifty, spikes, mask, hairstyle, but as it begins to generate solutions to the most difficult tasks, so, up to the microchips on the whole floor burn out of the hives of her brain.
She is never afraid to go into someone else’s field and play unfamiliar games. He just takes and rearranges the rules of the game.
Even today, we were sitting in her office, Ludmila Vittorovna gave simple and clear instructions on how to conquer the universe as soon as possible, and I listened and remembered.
Suddenly she vigorously pushed out the empty box of the table, threw into it some folder, wanted to push back, but the box crushed - neither back nor forward.
I called to help.
Sitting down on the cushions, squeezed a little, and Ludmila Viktorovna asks, "Can the light turn you on?"
She immediately pressed a button in the box and the light burned. Right in the box.
I was surprised, but pretended to be so. Is it little? Per the rich have their habits and now it is so fashionable that the light is on inside the outlet boxes.
Finally, I pulled out the box from the table and was already trying to put it back, as suddenly in the depths of the table I saw the face. I looked up and realized that it didn’t seem... from the bottom of the upper box, Lyudmila Viktorovna looked at me.
I opened the box and asked:

“People, I’ll still understand the light inside the table, but why did you paste your picture from the bottom of the box? Very good picture, I could hang it on the wall.

Lyudmila Victoria laughed loudly, which happens extremely rarely, and replied:

I chase the tarakans. And if it’s serious, then don’t be afraid, I haven’t survived completely from madness and haven’t become ill with the mania of greatness. This is what I have invented with the light and with my face. very well. The Truth? I just have to download a lot of different videos from my computer to my phone every day. As long as I drive home in the traffic, I do not waste time, I look.
But my phone turned out to be so smart that if he doesn’t see the housewife with his camera for thirty seconds, the screen automatically shuts off and copying stops. It took me half an hour to sit next to him while this smart man was uploading the video. And to entrust someone else, I didn't want to - too much in the secretary's phone.
This is what I came up with: I put a lamp with a button in the box and glued my photo on top. Now I put the phone in the box, turn it on, the shit, there is a light, let it come in, admire his mistress, copy the video and think he is smarter than me...

If, God forgive me, there will be a machine uprising in the world, then I will immediately find Lyudmila Viktorovna and quickly hide behind her.