KaeHan’s eyes were drooping again. Amalie smiled to herself in the darkened room and continued working her predictions. She’d wake him after incorporating their latest changes.
At the center of the floor, a tiny marble nestled safely inside a box. From its heart, projections stretched, numbers and probabilities filling the air of the small meditation room at IAS, the Institute for Adapted Students. The equations looked like constellations hanging in black space. Some of the star clusters were sparse and lonely in the void. Amalie didn’t have time to fully develop all her predictions. But one strand, the strand she kept tweaking and changing, had developed into a complex and beautiful nebula.
Beautiful until one remembered that it predicted the possibilities of life, death, or defeat of h
