Zee
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- May 21, 2015
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Location: random planet in free space
Sinusoidal, Zee thought.
The dull thumping in her temples obeyed the girl’s oscillatory function of choice down to the last blood globule. In contrast, the sharper stings in her wrist pulsated with equal amplitude, but an offset of π/2 on the time axis: the cosine. Her body was tangent to the plane of the floor, curled up like a grass-snake on her side, and the cotangent was represented by the woven ties wrapped around her wrists and ankles, so securely that they might as well have been asymptotic to infinite.
tan(Z)*{[sin(Z) + cos (Z)*cot(Z)]^2}=?, where Z=Zee, and also Z=integers, with all the positives and negatives involved. Shifting on her side, the mathematician drew the line of the total and concluded that she was, indeed, in one integral piece.
Let’s start from the beginning. Trigonometry is, after all, a means to divide a circle into manageable pieces.
Where?
Zee propped herself up on her elbow, with her knees folded to one side. The air was heavy like velvet; on the floor, the dust lay in sheets. An almost material light poured from a few low windows high above what seemed to be a very large room, a deposit filled with approximately cubical boxes made of everything from durasteel to recycled cardboard. Some of them lay empty. Others were filled with droid parts, many of which also lay scattered around the floor. Judging by the layer of dust, some of them might’ve been there since the Clone Wars.
As for other questions like ‘what’ or ‘why’, things got indeed more complicated. Zee shut her eyes tight. The last things she could remember for sure was that it was Crystal Math day - a day dedicated by nerds all over the Galaxy to popularizing the wonders of mathematics. There was a park. Zee remembered she’d been very happy about something, something to do with scribbling geometry on the black pavement in white chalk. There was a rustle of wind and the shadows of trees. She couldn’t be very sure regarding the trees themselves. On her knees, she’d sketched a 4th degree equation that to humble passerby appeared like a threesome between a billiard table, a mathematics blackboard and a supernova. She’d uploaded it on her favorite forum and got a smiley face. Zee smiled at the memory. Whatever the capacities of holographic technology were, 2D black-and-white sneered at it with a timeless charm. Nearly everybody could see it, regardless of different depth and color perceptions evolved in a thousand different ways under a million suns.
Forget the Force. Maths is absolute.
The teaspoon of memory clinked on the crystal of her brain. She’d told the latter sentence, isn’t it, to a wookie that seemed interested in what she was doing. He seemed very concerned that it was late, and that Zee was all alone. Zee shook her head, as if trying to layer her memories in the correct order. Another might have recalled the arsenal that he was wearing. Zee would rather remember the model of paving dales (rectangular, by the way). He had interesting questions.
Such as…Things about pirates. And…what does chloroform smell like?
Zee bit her lip and tried to remember.
Sinusoidal, Zee thought.
The dull thumping in her temples obeyed the girl’s oscillatory function of choice down to the last blood globule. In contrast, the sharper stings in her wrist pulsated with equal amplitude, but an offset of π/2 on the time axis: the cosine. Her body was tangent to the plane of the floor, curled up like a grass-snake on her side, and the cotangent was represented by the woven ties wrapped around her wrists and ankles, so securely that they might as well have been asymptotic to infinite.
tan(Z)*{[sin(Z) + cos (Z)*cot(Z)]^2}=?, where Z=Zee, and also Z=integers, with all the positives and negatives involved. Shifting on her side, the mathematician drew the line of the total and concluded that she was, indeed, in one integral piece.
Let’s start from the beginning. Trigonometry is, after all, a means to divide a circle into manageable pieces.
Where?
Zee propped herself up on her elbow, with her knees folded to one side. The air was heavy like velvet; on the floor, the dust lay in sheets. An almost material light poured from a few low windows high above what seemed to be a very large room, a deposit filled with approximately cubical boxes made of everything from durasteel to recycled cardboard. Some of them lay empty. Others were filled with droid parts, many of which also lay scattered around the floor. Judging by the layer of dust, some of them might’ve been there since the Clone Wars.
As for other questions like ‘what’ or ‘why’, things got indeed more complicated. Zee shut her eyes tight. The last things she could remember for sure was that it was Crystal Math day - a day dedicated by nerds all over the Galaxy to popularizing the wonders of mathematics. There was a park. Zee remembered she’d been very happy about something, something to do with scribbling geometry on the black pavement in white chalk. There was a rustle of wind and the shadows of trees. She couldn’t be very sure regarding the trees themselves. On her knees, she’d sketched a 4th degree equation that to humble passerby appeared like a threesome between a billiard table, a mathematics blackboard and a supernova. She’d uploaded it on her favorite forum and got a smiley face. Zee smiled at the memory. Whatever the capacities of holographic technology were, 2D black-and-white sneered at it with a timeless charm. Nearly everybody could see it, regardless of different depth and color perceptions evolved in a thousand different ways under a million suns.
Forget the Force. Maths is absolute.
The teaspoon of memory clinked on the crystal of her brain. She’d told the latter sentence, isn’t it, to a wookie that seemed interested in what she was doing. He seemed very concerned that it was late, and that Zee was all alone. Zee shook her head, as if trying to layer her memories in the correct order. Another might have recalled the arsenal that he was wearing. Zee would rather remember the model of paving dales (rectangular, by the way). He had interesting questions.
Such as…Things about pirates. And…what does chloroform smell like?
Zee bit her lip and tried to remember.
