Placeholder: Can we really increase our intelligence? How much is genetic? Does it decline with age? And what about emotional intelligence? Does it exist? In this science series, we'll be exploring questions like this and more. Can we really increase our intelligence? How much is genetic? Does it decline with age? And what about emotional intelligence? Does it exist? In this science series, we'll be exploring questions like this and more.

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Can we really increase our intelligence? How much is genetic? Does it decline with age? And what about emotional intelligence? Does it exist? In this science series, we'll be exploring questions like this and more.

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