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The Pitch
Archim sits at the desk deep in his thoughts, oblivious to the noisy gladiator show going on in downtown Syracuse. He stares absent-mindedly at Pat who tries to get his attention. It is not working and Archim seems to be drifting away.
"Do you want me to oil you up?" Pat says and reveals his cleanly shaven calf, "or would you rather oil me up?"
Archim looks up, "I promise that we will fuck tonight dear, but I have some urgent work now."
"Work, work, you always work," Pat teases him.
"I have a presentation for the King in weeks' time, and this is rather important. The future of mathematics may depend on it," says Archim seriously.
"What is the presentation about?" asks Pat curiously.
"Well, that is the question. I have two choices and I wonder which one is better."
"Ok, try it on me," says Pat temporarily suspending his sexual urges.
"The first one concerns my formula for the surface of the sphere," starts Archim, "but what matters is that this number is not infinite. Since Erat showed that the Earth is round, it means that there are only that many people, horses, and other stuff that can fit on Earth."
"I have been wondering what will happen when we reach that limit, and it is not going to be good," he continues.
"And why would the King want to listen to this?" asks Pat, "this is just going to annoy him."
Archim sighs and murmurs "yeah, right, clearly you are right." But after a pause he adds, "but I cannot stop thinking about it. I call it The Flat - this is when the growth stops. It is like death, but more abstract."
Pat is beginning to get impatient, "Death it is, but surely yours if you continue with this crazy shit. What is the second thing?"
Archim shakes his head, "The other thing is called Sand Reconer, it is a mathematical way to compute very, very large things."
Pat smiles broadly, "this sounds much better whatever it is. You ought to project your skills not your anxieties."
"But enough of this," he says sternly "you have been a bad boy," he motions to Archim to come over and as if by magic a large dildo appears in his hands.
The Flat
Archim and Pat are lounging in the bedroom. Pat is lying on his belly and Archim is holding some manuscript in one hand while kneading Pat's buttocks with the other.
"This erotic massage is harder than I thought," he says consulting the notes.
"Hmmm, it feels fine," purrs Pat, "do not stop and go around a bit."
Archim obliges but his motions become more mechanical and he appears deep in thought.
"What is going on?" Pat is getting suspicious.
"Every time I see you naked ideas come to my head," mumbles Archim.
"Good, this is the way it is supposed to work," answers Pat.
"Well, these are scientific ideas," whispers Archim.
"Darn," says Pat, his erection gone, "what is it?"
"It is about the Flat," says Archim, "that there will be a constant number of people on Earth."
"You mean that the sphere has finite area so when people cover it three layers deep they will be stomping each other," he recalls his version of the argument.
"Ha,ha, very funny," says Archim, "it is more complicated." "I think it is a natural law, people simply will stop having that many children at some point."
"You mean like us," jokes Pat.
"You are intolerable," Archim is clearly annoyed, "I mean humanity will stop growing and this will happen naturally."
"You know," says Pat resolutely, "the same number of people does not mean that these are the same people."
"Well, that is exactly the point," says Archim and looks at his engorged penis with surprise, "how different is it?"
"I am glad to see that you are getting ready to change the subject, this deep thinking is good for our sex life," Pat says with a smile and rolls over.
Communication
The writing is progressing well and Proc is in a good mood.
"The special thing about the Method is that it can be communicated so well. With mathematics you can share your exact thoughts with another person," she comments.
"You can do it about almost anything," Euc replies.
"Try to do it without talking," says Proc, "can you tell what I am trying to communicate now?"
Euc looks at her flabbergasted. "I do not have the faintest idea," he admits.
"See," says Proc as if this closes the case.
"Wait a moment," Euc does not give up, "try me."
He stares at Proc for about 30 seconds and then asks her whether she got it.
"You want beer and pussy," she admits grudgingly.
"At least one of us is a good communicator!" Euc exclaims triumphantly.
"This is so very basic," Proc mutters.
"Wait a moment," cries Euc, "I was quite descriptive about the second item, wasn't I?"
"I am not sure," Proc blushes slightly but seems very pleased.
"Let's have a short break," she announces heading towards the bedroom.
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Archim sits at the desk deep in his thoughts, oblivious to the noisy gladiator show going on in downtown Syracuse. He stares absent-mindedly at Pat who tries to get his attention. It is not working and Archim seems to be drifting away.
"Do you want me to oil you up?" Pat says and reveals his cleanly shaven calf, "or would you rather oil me up?"
Archim looks up, "I promise that we will fuck tonight dear, but I have some urgent work now."
"Work, work, you always work," Pat teases him.
"I have a presentation for the King in weeks' time, and this is rather important. The future of mathematics may depend on it," says Archim seriously.
"What is the presentation about?" asks Pat curiously.
"Well, that is the question. I have two choices and I wonder which one is better."
"Ok, try it on me," says Pat temporarily suspending his sexual urges.
"The first one concerns my formula for the surface of the sphere," starts Archim, "but what matters is that this number is not infinite. Since Erat showed that the Earth is round, it means that there are only that many people, horses, and other stuff that can fit on Earth."
"I have been wondering what will happen when we reach that limit, and it is not going to be good," he continues.
"And why would the King want to listen to this?" asks Pat, "this is just going to annoy him."
Archim sighs and murmurs "yeah, right, clearly you are right." But after a pause he adds, "but I cannot stop thinking about it. I call it The Flat - this is when the growth stops. It is like death, but more abstract."
Pat is beginning to get impatient, "Death it is, but surely yours if you continue with this crazy shit. What is the second thing?"
Archim shakes his head, "The other thing is called Sand Reconer, it is a mathematical way to compute very, very large things."
Pat smiles broadly, "this sounds much better whatever it is. You ought to project your skills not your anxieties."
"But enough of this," he says sternly "you have been a bad boy," he motions to Archim to come over and as if by magic a large dildo appears in his hands.
The Flat
Archim and Pat are lounging in the bedroom. Pat is lying on his belly and Archim is holding some manuscript in one hand while kneading Pat's buttocks with the other.
"This erotic massage is harder than I thought," he says consulting the notes.
"Hmmm, it feels fine," purrs Pat, "do not stop and go around a bit."
Archim obliges but his motions become more mechanical and he appears deep in thought.
"What is going on?" Pat is getting suspicious.
"Every time I see you naked ideas come to my head," mumbles Archim.
"Good, this is the way it is supposed to work," answers Pat.
"Well, these are scientific ideas," whispers Archim.
"Darn," says Pat, his erection gone, "what is it?"
"It is about the Flat," says Archim, "that there will be a constant number of people on Earth."
"You mean that the sphere has finite area so when people cover it three layers deep they will be stomping each other," he recalls his version of the argument.
"Ha,ha, very funny," says Archim, "it is more complicated." "I think it is a natural law, people simply will stop having that many children at some point."
"You mean like us," jokes Pat.
"You are intolerable," Archim is clearly annoyed, "I mean humanity will stop growing and this will happen naturally."
"You know," says Pat resolutely, "the same number of people does not mean that these are the same people."
"Well, that is exactly the point," says Archim and looks at his engorged penis with surprise, "how different is it?"
"I am glad to see that you are getting ready to change the subject, this deep thinking is good for our sex life," Pat says with a smile and rolls over.
Communication
The writing is progressing well and Proc is in a good mood.
"The special thing about the Method is that it can be communicated so well. With mathematics you can share your exact thoughts with another person," she comments.
"You can do it about almost anything," Euc replies.
"Try to do it without talking," says Proc, "can you tell what I am trying to communicate now?"
Euc looks at her flabbergasted. "I do not have the faintest idea," he admits.
"See," says Proc as if this closes the case.
"Wait a moment," Euc does not give up, "try me."
He stares at Proc for about 30 seconds and then asks her whether she got it.
"You want beer and pussy," she admits grudgingly.
"At least one of us is a good communicator!" Euc exclaims triumphantly.
"This is so very basic," Proc mutters.
"Wait a moment," cries Euc, "I was quite descriptive about the second item, wasn't I?"
"I am not sure," Proc blushes slightly but seems very pleased.
"Let's have a short break," she announces heading towards the bedroom.
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