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DOES MY MATHGEEK RULE ALL?
WHY, YES. I BELIEVE IT DOES.
“I know, I know…oh. Āiyā! It’s got a separate lock, and I can’t decode. Ten-oh-twenty-two, two hundred and ten, forty-two. That’s not right, it’s decreasing, it’s finite…it’s a different system.” She slumps in her chair. “There’ll be one more number, and I don’t have a gorram clue what it is.”
There’s a rather embarrassed pause from Simon’s direction, followed by a female sigh and a quick whispered argument that Elana, as an only child, is not quite experienced enough to recognise as being a sibling quarrel.
“I’m – I’m going to let River talk to you,” Simon says eventually, with a resigned smile on his face. “I’m good at the theory, but she’s better with tackling patterns of this sort.”
“Repeat,” River says as soon as she appears, shooting her brother a reproving glance. “Repeat.”
“Ten-oh-twenty-two, two hundred and ten, forty-two,” Elana says. “They’ve been working with sequence…”
“Eighteen,” River says. She blinks, looking almost surprised.
“Are you sure? I could get locked out entirely if I give an incorrect key.”
“Probability of error: point zero nine percent.” River’s expression is segueing into boredom. “And falling. Finite system. Point zero zero four nine. Point –”
“Right,” Elana says hastily. “Eighteen it is.”
“Selected from the early Fibonacci, restricted domain of sequence.” This is obviously River’s idea of an explanation. “Larger expressed in the base system of the smaller. Outside in, like a folded jacket.” She smiles. “Twenty-one base thirteen. Eighteen.”
WHY, YES. I BELIEVE IT DOES.
“I know, I know…oh. Āiyā! It’s got a separate lock, and I can’t decode. Ten-oh-twenty-two, two hundred and ten, forty-two. That’s not right, it’s decreasing, it’s finite…it’s a different system.” She slumps in her chair. “There’ll be one more number, and I don’t have a gorram clue what it is.”
There’s a rather embarrassed pause from Simon’s direction, followed by a female sigh and a quick whispered argument that Elana, as an only child, is not quite experienced enough to recognise as being a sibling quarrel.
“I’m – I’m going to let River talk to you,” Simon says eventually, with a resigned smile on his face. “I’m good at the theory, but she’s better with tackling patterns of this sort.”
“Repeat,” River says as soon as she appears, shooting her brother a reproving glance. “Repeat.”
“Ten-oh-twenty-two, two hundred and ten, forty-two,” Elana says. “They’ve been working with sequence…”
“Eighteen,” River says. She blinks, looking almost surprised.
“Are you sure? I could get locked out entirely if I give an incorrect key.”
“Probability of error: point zero nine percent.” River’s expression is segueing into boredom. “And falling. Finite system. Point zero zero four nine. Point –”
“Right,” Elana says hastily. “Eighteen it is.”
“Selected from the early Fibonacci, restricted domain of sequence.” This is obviously River’s idea of an explanation. “Larger expressed in the base system of the smaller. Outside in, like a folded jacket.” She smiles. “Twenty-one base thirteen. Eighteen.”
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