Alpha Versus Aleph Null

Jennifer was highly intelligent and devastatingly pretty. As a teenager she’d had ample breasts and hips, the envy of her peers and been much lusted after by the boys of her age group. Unfortunately for no few of them she was more than able to defend herself against their unwanted attentions and had put several of them into hospital for attempted sexual assaults. Even before puberty she’d been a computer code writer and that was what she’d chosen to earn her living as once she’d left school rather that going on to undergraduate study. A multi millionairess working her way to becoming a multi billionairess before the age of twenty-one she'd had plenty of time left over from work to indulge herself in her hobby: human behaviour. It wasn’t entirely a hobby for her because she employed nearly two hundred persons and always interviewed them herself. Mostly she got it right and her selection were persons of extraordinary talent, from those with doctorates who worked upon the outlines of code she’d developed all the way down to cleaners and cooks. However, sometimes she got it spectacularly wrong, and rather than bothering her that fascinated her. The issue was easily put right, it took no effort to fire someone.

Eventually she managed to understand the matter sufficiently well to solve her hiring strategy to the point where she no longer made mistakes. It was all really rather simple and the solution made her aware of just how different from and how similar to the human population at large she was. The solution was to divorce what essentially boiled down to a million years of evolutionary derived sexual attraction from intelligence and perception. It was she realised better by far to employ a plain looking cook who could actually cook and who cared about the food she put in front of her work colleagues than a devastatingly attractive young woman with secondary sexual attributes that half her workforce couldn’t take their eyes off whose cookery skills were at best mediocre. Too, she’d realise the former would rapidly become far better liked and well thought of than the latter. In terms of the intellectuals she employed, a short sighted, skinny, nervous, young man with sufficient intelligence to understand her primary code and then develop it was a much better choice than a devastatingly impressive alpha male who’d peaked as a high school quarterback and then scraped his way through college no matter how much his smile turned her female staff into instant bed partners.

She finally considered that there was nothing wrong with being an alpha male or female, indeed she’d been considered to be an alpha female before being moved onto the A list female membership. However on its own it was she considered less than nothing and probably warranted the designation aleph null perhaps negative aleph null. It hadn’t taken her long to realise that alpha was a description based on thought processes that were essentially to do with what folk had between their legs rather than their ears. That realisation was embarrassing to her for she’d known that about herself from being a little girl when the world had insisted that she was a little boy.