“Game designer?” Not a bad job for the old man to have, as far as Peter was concerned. Most kids might find it kind of cool. Nerd, yes? And Peter could be a jerk about that until the cows came home. But he voice still sounds a shade impressed. At least the man had a father to know about. “Still, don’t think there’s such a thing as a regular nerd. Nerd’s a nerd.”

He clicked his tongue, shrugged. “Not the worst thing in the world. We’ve got a few nerds on this ship. They’re, you know, kind of groovy.” Bruce was kind, more so than Peter thought someone in that shape could be. Sans had Peter’s respect. Both Billy and Wanda spend as much time reading as Peter spent on avoiding work. His entire life was being spent in the company of people far more intelligent than himself, and that he has nothing but warmth toward.