The Fruit of Knowledge

A friend of mine is looking for geniuses. He's got a fund for them and everything. I can tell him where they are: The Apple Store! They've got whole desks of them! Rows upon rows of them! My brother, obviously not a genius, took his broken iPod there. Without an appointment. They sent him away. These are genii, I told vanderput the younger, show them some respect. He crawled back a few days later, humbled, with an appointment. Help me wise Oracles, he whispered, my iPod is broken. They shone their light over him and his malfunctioning peripheral. Mhm, hard drive expired, they concluded. Yes, he said, I know that, but can you fix it? A new replacement must we sell you. No fixxy? he said. No fixxy, they replied, upgrade you must! Like I said, Genius.