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Fair deal
Euc and Proc are sitting around the table staring at the nearly finished Elements.
"12 books," says Euc, "that is a lot."
"It is," says Proc, "but I am thinking of something extra for the ending."
"Are you sure?" Euc is clearly not excited about more work.
"I will sweeten the deal for you," says Proc and she gets up and moves closer.
"See if I am wearing any underwear," she asks.
Euc puts his hand under her toga and after a moment announces surprised, "No, you don't!"
"Aha, you are wrong," says Proc, "I am wearing something called a thong."
"It is rather minimalistic," she continues, "and I thought I would let you explore it in detail."
"I see, so the new book is one of those things that you were not planning to put there," Euc says after a pause.
"I did not mean it as a metaphor," Proc is taken aback by Euc's comment, "I just thought of enhancing our lovemaking."
"So what is this minimalistic thing?" asks Euc.
"It is a narrow piece of cloth that barely covers my pussy," Proc explains.
Euc waves his hand indicating that his mind seems to be stuck in a rut, "I meant in the additional book of the Elements."
"It is about breaking numbers into primes, more precisely that there is only one way to do it," Proc explains and takes off her sandals.
"You can get all numbers by simply adding one," she lets her hair loose, "or by multiplying primes," her breasts show up in the toga's opening. "There is a curious connection between these two ways and it involves infinity in a very substantial manner," lastly her toga comes off.
Euc looks a bit like a fish that was too long out of the water. His mouth is open and he seems to have trouble breathing while looking at Proc standing in front of him.
"Aha, and this other thing is what they call a brazilian," Proc adds lightly, "I wonder if it is worth all the suffering."
"It is, it is!" cries Euc and starts ripping off his clothes.
Proc smiles sweetly. "My love, for a moment I thought I lost you to mathematics," she says tenderly as they embrace.
Archim's plan
Days pass and Archim is getting depressed and unhappy. Pat is sex starved and miserable too, and one day he has had enough.
"I need some horizontal boogie," he says to Archim, "tell me what is on your mind."
"Scientifically," he adds knowing the effect on Archim's libido.
There is a spark in Archim's eyes indicating that something is missing from his life as well.
They lounge on a sofa and Pat begins to massage Archim's feet, hoping that this will open him up.
"It is about the Flat," starts Archim, "I am certain now that when the Earth population goes flat this will be the end of science, art and everything else. But I am also certain that most people will not realize it until just before it happens."
"And why does it matter to us?" asks Pat puzzled, "this is still many centuries ahead."
"Because we are the only ones who know it so far in advance," Archim answers angrily, "we could prep mathematics for it."
"How?" Pat is still quite unclear where it is going.
"Well, what do you do with something just before it becomes worthless?" asks Archim.
"You get rid of it?" guesses Pat.
"Exactly! Math will tell you what and when will happen, and if you manage the pace of discovery, we will know quite precisely," says Archime and suddenly there is a hint of sexual tension in the room. "And then we will sell it!"
"We?" doubts Pat.
"Fellow mathematicians. Do you know that they fed two of them to the lions yesterday because they were reading Euc's book in public?" Archim says with agitation.
"Sell it?" Pat sounds skeptical.
"This idea is in the private appendix to Euc's book and it is called "Last Day Math" says Archim and adds, "unfortunately it is impossible to tell how can it come about so many centuries from now." "The point is that it is up to math to become a bargaining chip in the time of need, and I am sure all ingredients are there," he suddenly seems more relaxed and glances at Pat with a hungry look in his eyes.
Sex and discovery
Pat is floating in the large bathtub filled with hot water.
"I added Dead Sea Salts" he says and motions towards Archim, "it feels great."
Archim paces back and forth naked and says nothing.
"What is it?" Pat inquires, as this behavior slowly becomes a pattern.
"Well, it is about the Flat. If there is no growth we need no science," Archim says sadly.
"Are we talking about it again?" asks Pat exasperated and then decides to throw Archim a bone, "clearly questions will keep coming up."
"Everything in human nature is tied up to growth. People do things for future generations," Archim says with conviction.
"Clearly there will be future generations, people are not going to live forever," says Pat stubbornly.
"These will not be new generations! Just new tenants moving into your house and replacing you. It is terribly demotivating," he says oozing depression.
"Why don't you hop into the bathtub with me? I will find a way to cheer you up," says Pat in a husky voice.
Archim looks up. "The tub is almost full, it will overflow," he says.
"Do not worry, you are smaller than me so less water will spill," Pat says with a laugh.
Archim stops suddenly as if struck by a thought. "Holly Molly!" he exclaims and starts jumping up and down with his suddenly erect penis bobbing happily.
"I was trying to understand how things float and I got it," he jumps into the bathtub with a big splash, "the King wanted me to check if his crown is made of pure gold and now I know how to do it."
Pat starts caressing him and asks "How long were you working on it?"
"Since this morning," says Archim with a sigh, "and if not for your lewd behavior it would have taken a great deal longer."
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next installment is here
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Fair deal
Euc and Proc are sitting around the table staring at the nearly finished Elements.
"12 books," says Euc, "that is a lot."
"It is," says Proc, "but I am thinking of something extra for the ending."
"Are you sure?" Euc is clearly not excited about more work.
"I will sweeten the deal for you," says Proc and she gets up and moves closer.
"See if I am wearing any underwear," she asks.
Euc puts his hand under her toga and after a moment announces surprised, "No, you don't!"
"Aha, you are wrong," says Proc, "I am wearing something called a thong."
"It is rather minimalistic," she continues, "and I thought I would let you explore it in detail."
"I see, so the new book is one of those things that you were not planning to put there," Euc says after a pause.
"I did not mean it as a metaphor," Proc is taken aback by Euc's comment, "I just thought of enhancing our lovemaking."
"So what is this minimalistic thing?" asks Euc.
"It is a narrow piece of cloth that barely covers my pussy," Proc explains.
Euc waves his hand indicating that his mind seems to be stuck in a rut, "I meant in the additional book of the Elements."
"It is about breaking numbers into primes, more precisely that there is only one way to do it," Proc explains and takes off her sandals.
"You can get all numbers by simply adding one," she lets her hair loose, "or by multiplying primes," her breasts show up in the toga's opening. "There is a curious connection between these two ways and it involves infinity in a very substantial manner," lastly her toga comes off.
Euc looks a bit like a fish that was too long out of the water. His mouth is open and he seems to have trouble breathing while looking at Proc standing in front of him.
"Aha, and this other thing is what they call a brazilian," Proc adds lightly, "I wonder if it is worth all the suffering."
"It is, it is!" cries Euc and starts ripping off his clothes.
Proc smiles sweetly. "My love, for a moment I thought I lost you to mathematics," she says tenderly as they embrace.
Archim's plan
Days pass and Archim is getting depressed and unhappy. Pat is sex starved and miserable too, and one day he has had enough.
"I need some horizontal boogie," he says to Archim, "tell me what is on your mind."
"Scientifically," he adds knowing the effect on Archim's libido.
There is a spark in Archim's eyes indicating that something is missing from his life as well.
They lounge on a sofa and Pat begins to massage Archim's feet, hoping that this will open him up.
"It is about the Flat," starts Archim, "I am certain now that when the Earth population goes flat this will be the end of science, art and everything else. But I am also certain that most people will not realize it until just before it happens."
"And why does it matter to us?" asks Pat puzzled, "this is still many centuries ahead."
"Because we are the only ones who know it so far in advance," Archim answers angrily, "we could prep mathematics for it."
"How?" Pat is still quite unclear where it is going.
"Well, what do you do with something just before it becomes worthless?" asks Archim.
"You get rid of it?" guesses Pat.
"Exactly! Math will tell you what and when will happen, and if you manage the pace of discovery, we will know quite precisely," says Archime and suddenly there is a hint of sexual tension in the room. "And then we will sell it!"
"We?" doubts Pat.
"Fellow mathematicians. Do you know that they fed two of them to the lions yesterday because they were reading Euc's book in public?" Archim says with agitation.
"Sell it?" Pat sounds skeptical.
"This idea is in the private appendix to Euc's book and it is called "Last Day Math" says Archim and adds, "unfortunately it is impossible to tell how can it come about so many centuries from now." "The point is that it is up to math to become a bargaining chip in the time of need, and I am sure all ingredients are there," he suddenly seems more relaxed and glances at Pat with a hungry look in his eyes.
Sex and discovery
Pat is floating in the large bathtub filled with hot water.
"I added Dead Sea Salts" he says and motions towards Archim, "it feels great."
Archim paces back and forth naked and says nothing.
"What is it?" Pat inquires, as this behavior slowly becomes a pattern.
"Well, it is about the Flat. If there is no growth we need no science," Archim says sadly.
"Are we talking about it again?" asks Pat exasperated and then decides to throw Archim a bone, "clearly questions will keep coming up."
"Everything in human nature is tied up to growth. People do things for future generations," Archim says with conviction.
"Clearly there will be future generations, people are not going to live forever," says Pat stubbornly.
"These will not be new generations! Just new tenants moving into your house and replacing you. It is terribly demotivating," he says oozing depression.
"Why don't you hop into the bathtub with me? I will find a way to cheer you up," says Pat in a husky voice.
Archim looks up. "The tub is almost full, it will overflow," he says.
"Do not worry, you are smaller than me so less water will spill," Pat says with a laugh.
Archim stops suddenly as if struck by a thought. "Holly Molly!" he exclaims and starts jumping up and down with his suddenly erect penis bobbing happily.
"I was trying to understand how things float and I got it," he jumps into the bathtub with a big splash, "the King wanted me to check if his crown is made of pure gold and now I know how to do it."
Pat starts caressing him and asks "How long were you working on it?"
"Since this morning," says Archim with a sigh, "and if not for your lewd behavior it would have taken a great deal longer."
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