In 1979, deep within a top secret high security lab somewhere in West Berlin, US Air Force lieutenant H. T. Ytterbium was working on the huge computer simply known as π, trying to solve a problem.
He was a bit distracted though, because he just couldn't stop thinking about that cute girl he met just the other day.
Her name was Maja. She just looked perfect in Ytterbium's opinion, her only physical flaw being that she had a slight limb - and even that had a kind of certain charm. Visualizing her beautiful face in his mind, he also remembered noticing the blonde hair that was peeking out of her dye - of course he was too polite to point that out to her.
"Back to the computer problem", Ytterbium reminded himself. After a several days long period of intense calculating, π seemingly was on strike now. It was almost as if it felt entitled to a rest, seemingly satisfied with the outcome of that calculation. The printouts just read: "Both halves of equation came together. Good match. Result will be wicked, brilliant, athletic and delightful."
Ytterbium had no clue what the heck that was supposed to mean.
Author Notes:
He was a bit distracted though, because he just couldn't stop thinking about that cute girl he met just the other day.
Her name was Maja. She just looked perfect in Ytterbium's opinion, her only physical flaw being that she had a slight limb - and even that had a kind of certain charm. Visualizing her beautiful face in his mind, he also remembered noticing the blonde hair that was peeking out of her dye - of course he was too polite to point that out to her.
"Back to the computer problem", Ytterbium reminded himself. After a several days long period of intense calculating, π seemingly was on strike now. It was almost as if it felt entitled to a rest, seemingly satisfied with the outcome of that calculation. The printouts just read: "Both halves of equation came together. Good match. Result will be wicked, brilliant, athletic and delightful."
Ytterbium had no clue what the heck that was supposed to mean.