"Propulsion," the nine-year-old says as he leads his dad through the gates of the U.S. Space and Rocket Center in Huntsville, Alabama. "I just want to see the propulsion stuff."
A young woman guides their group toward a full-scale replica of the massive Saturn V rocket that brought America to the moon. As they duck under the exhaust nozzles, Kenneth Wilson glances at his awestruck boy and feels his burden beginning to lighten. For a few minutes, at least, someone else will feed his son's boundless appetite for knowledge.
Then Taylor raises his hand, not with a question but an answer. He knows what makes this thing, the biggest rocket ever launched, go up.
And he wants—no, he obviously needs—to tell everyone about it, about how speed relates to exhaust velocity and dynamic mass, about payload ratios, about the pros and cons of liquid versus solid fuel. The tour guide takes a step back, yielding the floor to this slender kid with a deep-Arkansas drawl, pouring out a torrent of Ph.D.-level concepts as if there might not be enough seconds in the day to blurt it all out. The other adults take a step back too, perhaps jolted off balance by the incongruities of age and audacity, intelligence and exuberance.
As the guide runs off to fetch the center's director—You gotta see this kid!—Kenneth feels the weight coming down on him again. What he doesn't understand just yet is that he will come to look back on these days as the uncomplicated ones, when his scary-smart son was into simple things, like rocket science.
This is before Taylor would transform the family's garage into a mysterious, glow-in-the-dark cache of rocks and metals and liquids with unimaginable powers. Before he would conceive, in a series of unlikely epiphanies, new ways to use neutrons to confront some of the biggest challenges of our time: cancer and nuclear terrorism. Before he would build a reactor that could hurl atoms together in a 500-million-degree plasma core—becoming, at 14, the youngest individual on Earth to achieve nuclear fusion.
When I meet Taylor Wilson, he is 16 and busy—far too busy, he says, to pursue a driver's license. And so he rides shotgun as his father zigzags the family's Land Rover up a steep trail in the Virginia Mountains north of Reno, Nevada, where they've come to prospect for uranium.
From the backseat, I can see Taylor's gull-like profile, his forehead plunging from under his sandy blond bangs and continuing, in an almost unwavering line, along his prominent nose. His thinness gives him a wraithlike appearance, but when he's lit up about something (as he is most waking moments), he does not seem frail. He has spent the past hour—the past few days, really—talking, analyzing, and breathlessly evangelizing about nuclear energy. We've gone back to the big bang and forward to mutually assured destruction and nuclear winter. In between are fission and fusion, Einstein and Oppenheimer, Chernobyl and Fukushima, matter and antimatter.
"Where does it come from?" Kenneth and his wife, Tiffany, have asked themselves many times. Kenneth is a Coca-Cola bottler, a skier, an ex-football player. Tiffany is a yoga instructor. "Neither of us knows a dang thing about science," Kenneth says.
Almost from the beginning, it was clear that the older of the Wilsons' two sons would be a difficult child to keep on the ground. It started with his first, and most pedestrian, interest: construction. As a toddler in Texarkana, the family's hometown, Taylor wanted nothing to do with toys. He played with real traffic cones, real barricades. At age four, he donned a fluorescent orange vest and hard hat and stood in front of the house, directing traffic. For his fifth birthday, he said, he wanted a crane. But when his parents brought him to a toy store, the boy saw it as an act of provocation. "No," he yelled, stomping his foot. "I want a real one."
This is about the time any other father might have put his own foot down. But Kenneth called a friend who owns a construction company, and on Taylor's birthday a six-ton crane pulled up to the party. The kids sat on the operator's lap and took turns at the controls, guiding the boom as it swung above the rooftops on Northern Hills Drive.
To the assembled parents, dressed in hard hats, the Wilsons' parenting style must have appeared curiously indulgent. In a few years, as Taylor began to get into some supremely dangerous stuff, it would seem perilously laissez-faire. But their approach to child rearing is, in fact, uncommonly intentional. "We want to help our children figure out who they are," Kenneth says, "and then do everything we can to help them nurture that."
At 10, Taylor hung a periodic table of the elements in his room. Within a week he memorized all the atomic numbers, masses and melting points. At the family's Thanksgiving gathering, the boy appeared wearing a monogrammed lab coat and armed with a handful of medical lancets. He announced that he'd be drawing blood from everyone, for "comparative genetic experiments" in the laboratory he had set up in his maternal grandmother's garage. Each member of the extended family duly offered a finger to be pricked.
The next summer, Taylor invited everyone out to the backyard, where he dramatically held up a pill bottle packed with a mixture of sugar and stump remover (potassium nitrate) that he'd discovered in the garage. He set the bottle down and, with a showman's flourish, ignited the fuse that poked out of the top. What happened next was not the firecracker's bang
everyone expected, but a thunderous blast that brought panicked neighbors running from their houses. Looking up, they watched as a small mushroom cloud rose, unsettlingly, over the Wilsons' yard.
For his 11th birthday, Taylor's grandmother took him to Books-A-Million, where he picked out The Radioactive Boy Scout, by Ken Silverstein. The book told the disquieting tale of David Hahn, a Michigan teenager who, in the mid-1990s, attempted to build a breeder reactor in a backyard shed. Taylor was so excited by the book that he read much of it aloud: the boy raiding smoke detectors for radioactive americium . . . the cobbled-together reactor . . . the Superfund team in hazmat suits hauling away the family's contaminated belongings. Kenneth and Tiffany heard Hahn's story as a cautionary tale. But Taylor, who had recently taken a particular interest in the bottom two rows of the periodic table—the highly radioactive elements—read it as a challenge. "Know what?" he said. "The things that kid was trying to do, I'm pretty sure I can actually do them."
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Holy crap. That is some scary genius kid!
Good parenting + genius kid = good stuff
nice story, loved reading it!
Yes, very smart indeed, and a very interesting read. But I'm not sure that it fits my personal definition of good parenting. For all we know, it was dumb luck that the kid didn't blow himself and his family up at age 10, after which he never would have gone on to do anything meaningful. At that kind of young age, most kids have a hard time distinguishing between what CAN be done and what SHOULD be done. All the power with little control. All the knowledge with little experience to transform it into wisdom.
Don't get me wrong, I love it when kids are really smart. And I am really happy that he has loving and supportive parents. But if the kid had unintentionally blown up the neighborhood or irradiated an area, or hurt/killed someone, then I think we'd all be singing a different tune: "Where was the parental supervision? They shouldn't let him do that kind of dangerous stuff without proper guidance. Etc."
We seem to be drawing our conclusions about the quality of the upbringing by the current result (a smart kid who hasn't killed anyone in his wild experiments). Shouldn't we draw our conclusions based on the methods instead of the result? The results could have very easily been (and still could be, in the future) different.
With great power comes great responsibility.
I would say marcoreid, that while your concerns about parenting are okay on the surface (with most kids) -- in this case I'm sure Taylor explained very clearly (to his parent's satisfaction) that what he was doing was safe. He certainly wasn't planning to jeopardize his own life, let alone others. Plus, the father brought in an expert to validate the safety measures.
So sounds to me like the parenting was perfect, and put encouragement on the top of their parenting duties.
The world is (and will be) a better place for it. Thanks in advance Taylor, we'll be watching you for decades to come.
Imagine how his brother must feel...
We would see more children like this if our schools where more hands on and interactive rather then "sit in the seat and pay attention".
Kids need to see what there learning in action to really understand it and remember it.
Good science-fiction Mr Clynes
I take back my words, I did some research that Taylor wilson seem to exist for real. Found is homepage and in wikipedia.
I hope this next generation is more open-minded and make the difference, guiding mankind towards space, the final frontier.
the only way forward is nuclear spaceships. imagine enough power to operate a 500 year mission, even a thousand year mission. still this kid can figure out the future of propulsion but he hasnt solved space survival. We loose muscle and bone mass, embryos develop weirdly. gotta get some sort of gravity on those ships. Concetrate on that and then propulsion
This child is an example of why the United States must develop the greatest information infrastructure in the world immediately. We cannot afford to waste any more time worrying about financial limitations. Untold wealth and progress that dwarf our current economic woes is at hand. We must seize the future now. The greatest teachers in the world should be accessible to all Americans via the finest internet in the world. There are probably many more undiscovered children with enormous potential in our midst right now. If we act boldly, boundless prosperity is our sure reward. We must set aside the fear of poverty that has taken over the consciousness of our nation. Leaders with vision and courage must come forward.
"Eerie Scary Genius Kid!"
Amazing and startling the toys he plays with!
Science sees no further than what it can sense.
Religion sees beyond the senses.
This kid is what the world needs. But, you don't need complicated fusion to detect radioactive materials onboard ships. Just need americium ((not telling where to find it) and Beryllium (not telling where and how to get it and it is extremely poisonous) also you need more things that I will not tell you about plus millions of dollars in tech money. Great article enjoyed reading it. It would be cool to be the 32nd person to generate fusion. Am I right about that. By the way, only fifteen.
I actually teared up reading this article. Its so similar to my life- except I was not allowed to follow those aspirations. I was banned from showing my project in 3rd grade at the science fair, and ever since then I was on my own. At the age of 6 my best friend in the world worked at Fermi labs, and we would discuss cold fusion while playing chess. My mothers basement was my lab, and it grew much like what is in this article. While this kid got help from astronauts etc etc, I was persecuted for chasing my dreams, being forced to stop.
When my dreams died, so did my grades. I found school to be boring and idiotic. Some of us, not all, do not belong in a normal scholastic program. My parents refused to let me skip grades even after my teachers and principals told them of my capabilities. 176 IQ at age 6, after proving the tests, I no longer could take official IQ tests because I have seen all the official psychiatric PhD authorized/approved questions. I no longer could take those tests, I have no idea how much higher it got.
Funny, that spelling and grammar were my only downfall, and till this day I have problems with both. But science and technology were never a problem. I passed Jr. High and High School through osmosis, never studying, heck, I slept in every class. When home I would conduct science experiments. My GPA in high school was 1.6, and I didn't care. I think its important you take this seriously, especially if you are a parent of a genius, or a teacher, etc etc. Once I got to college I had a 4.0, dropping to a 3.9 because my philosophy teacher didn't like my capitalistic views, and refused to conform to his socialistic/communistic views.
MOST of the trouble makers in school were extremely smart. Maybe as high as 8/10 of them. They may not show it, they may not look it, but they are. it was apparent that most people who were gifted, were gifted in ONE area - and may be completely ... well... idiotic in others. Idiot-Sevant, yeah, its real and a lot more common than mainstream society could possibly understand.
Don't get me wrong, I am not saying its stupid to teach poetry, or Shakespeare, but for some people it is not a good match. Of course being well rounded is important - but our society is so focused on these "building blocks" of knowledge, that they are not equipped to work with genius. Some were geniuses in music, or writing. Some were geniuses in science, and technology, some were gifted at mechanical engineering. But getting bad grades in these "forced" classes could impact ones ability to get noticed. My 1.6 GPA in high school nearly didn't get me into college, but my 32 ACT and 176IQ saved me. If I was allowed to focus my learning earlier in life I would have been much better off, and so would many others. I have to admit I learned a lot while I was in high school, just not while I was in class. I learned more at home through auto-dictation, and I know I am not alone! This is very common. This kid is a perfect example of that.
Our school systems only help those who can be good at everything, but those who are gifted in one area should nurture that talent. But even when, on rare occasion people nurture their genius - where does all that talent go? All too often these people are paid large sums of money to work for financial institutions on Wall Street. They attract the most amount of talent because they offer the largest paychecks. Capitalism is the only model I want to live under, so that the more you work, the more you can earn... it promotes people to work harder and smarter. But when the best and brightest are busy making millionaires into billionaires, there is a "braid drain" as I call it.
We need our geniuses to work in fields of science and medicine, but more often than not, they do not. Just think how advanced our government would be if we had the best and brightest running our country for instance. Who runs for government then? professional politicians. And when they reach their office, lets say of president, who advises them? Its a popularity game, we are not picking the best and brightest. Think of it this way, have you ever been at the voting booth and wondered, how is it that out of 300 MILLION americans, how is it down to this group of people? And you can apply that rational to every management position. A CEO today is a shmoozer, a golf player, a playboy - a charismatic deal maker, but how much would companies benefit from a true leader running the "joint".
Forget about who the CEO is, who is on the board? Who is managing your department where YOU work? Usually its not the best candidate. Its human nature. And we keep repeating it over and over.
This kid is a great example. If we had people with his intelligence making strategic decisions rather than a career politician our entire nation, the world in fact, would be a better place.
In closing, I am sure some people would think I have a chip on my shoulder, mostly because I am horrible at writing. But I don't. I am hoping that people become just a little bit more aware of how genius is wasted in our country, and in fact, the whole world. Being born into leadership in a monarchy is a great example of an idiotic way of choosing leadership. As if good decision making is passed through DNA? Obviously not. Just imagine how history could have been different if the best and brightest ran the world, or the company you work at. Even if they have no social skills, have horrible penmanship, wear a pocket protector, or don't wear the latest fashion.
Well, since I wrote this over 6 hours in small 2 minute sessions while watching my 2 year old, and since I didn't even proof-read it, its probably all over the place... for a guy who is horrible at written communication I probably should just erase it, but NAH, I think I will just hit submit comment! LOL. Whatever, hope it made sense.
I read about this kid on another news site before. The kid is an absolute genius. WHen I saw the part about him not worring about a drivers license, I immediately though we have a real life Sheldon Cooper on our hands! I am going to raise my son to explore the world around him and never stop asking questions. I can't wait until he is older to start doing this with him. He's only 20 months old and is already learning how to do things on his own. He gets frusterated if he can't do it, but doesn't want others to do it for him. I myself am always trying to learn new things as well. I constantly try to imagine how things works. I just won't accept "they work because they simply do." I need to know how they work. I originally went to college for astronautical engineering. I knew I wanted to be one of the people to put others on Mars and knew I could do it. Unfortunately, even though the sciences come easy to me, math didn't. I knew it would be challenging but there were levels of math I didn't even know existed. I ended up changing to international politics. I now ask if I should have gone to my second choice school for earth and atmospheric science.
Science always asks "can we," but doesn't seem to ask "should we."
WOW! You hit the nail on the head! I went to see a psychologist and he had me take an IQ test when I was 11, because my Mom and my teacher thought I might have ADD. I scored a 125 and was was considered "bright", but I didn't have ADD. The psychologist had told my Mom that I wasn't interested in the course work at school, and of course he was right! I was to busy being the fat kid in class and being bullied tends to take a lot of time outta your scheduled "study" time. To make this long story a little shorter the psychologist had told my Mom to try and get me into advanced classes, but the school wouldn't hear of it, and we didn't have the money at the time to pursue a privately funded school. So basically I was SOL...
Easily the best read I have EVER had on popsci!
At what age do you stop blaming the world for your limitations and take responsibility for your own choices?
It is your ability to clearly reflect upon your life and identify its problems, the responsibility of change falls back to you.
It is time to grow up and go out into the world and do something, anything productive rather than arguing and rationalizing sitting on your ass and it's not your fault.
And why must a genius pursue science or mathematics? Why can't you just go out into the world and do something you enjoy, make enough money to take care of yourself and eventually a family. Science and mathematics is not the holy grail of life and the only direction for a genius. I read your words and I read an old guy feeling sorry for yourself and argue really well towards his own laziness.
Get off your butt and go into the world. One day you will be old and then die and all of life will pass you by.
Science sees no further than what it can sense.
Religion sees beyond the senses.
The heck with "should be done ". Just go for it, that 's what brooms are for.
Real life version of Sheldon Cooper ?!
Way to go kid.
I'd like to know how far away we (the human race) are from fusion reactors that are sustainable once powered up (their output is much greater than the total power that must be input to keep them going).
I hope he doesn't regularly wear his hazard gear at the dining table, or this genius family will all be dying young of cancer.
About 5 years after we have a reliable supply of He3.
Wow, just wow. Absolutely beautiful story. Thank you.
in 3 years he will start his company, Mr. Fusion !
I'll keep waiting...
It's sad really how the school system holds kids back. When I was 3 I learned Multiplication and Division and was very fast at it. Even today I can do complex equations in my head. I have had many ideas and concepts in my life but have never been allowed to achieve as I was stuffed down and pushed to not excel, but to recede to the level of my fellow students. I have never believed in the school system for one reason. That reason is that they use one method to teach everyone, they destroy creativity and free thinking as it is easier to control someone who is thought for instead an independent thinker. I loved school at one time also. Then I got into kindergarten and my first day I asked when we would do these things and she said third grade and to wait until then to do that. I am in no way some super genius, but who knows. Now, I have no real inspiration to excel at anything until I am out of the school system because every time I have I have been pushed to digress and think within the box. How sad it is that kids are forced to go to a place that destroys spirits, inspiration, and thinking.
@TruthIsMyName, @captainjman, @chemboy458
First, who reads an article this amazing and then proceeds to leave comments about how smart they are and how deprived and suffocated they are?
Second, I have two good friends who grew up on Wallace and 58th in Chicago and one friend from Bales ave and 30th in KC. Although all three grew up in some of the worst neighborhoods in the states they still managed to succeed. One attained his doctorate in astrophysics from UC Berkely, one just finished up his residency as a psychiatrist, and the other has his PE stamp for mechanical engineering. I promise you that all three had harder lives growing up than any of you did... since apparently you are 15 and have access to a computer. Please for the love of god quit placing blame and start taking responsibility. Saying you don't have an environment conducive to self exploration is extremely insulting for alot of people. Also, your lack of humility is nauseating.
Best article ever written on this site. Might be the best I've ever read. Good work popsci and Great work Taylor Wilson. I foresee you really making a positive impact on the world. Much love.
The author writes:
Earlier in the week, we prospected for uranium in the desert and shopped for secondhand laboratory equipment in Los Alamos. The next day, we wandered through Bayo Canyon, where Manhattan Project engineers set off some of the largest dirty bombs in history in the course of perfecting Fat Man, which leveled Nagasaki.
Unless the author is using the term "dirty bomb" in its current less than nuclear detonation definition, he exaggerates. I do not think that the historical record demonstrates that the engineers of the Manhattan Project set off, from what I infer the author intended, too many "... of the largest dirty bombs in history in the course of perfecting Fat Man...."
He Reminds me of the title character of Orson Scott Card's science fiction novel "Ender's Game". I bet Taylor Wilson could come up with fusion that could provide energy to the entire planet forever. Who would control it? No one controls a star.