Deep in the sewers, where daylight never reached, time blurred into a meaningless concept. Only the digital clock on the screen reminded Nelia that another day had passed.
"Hey! What kind of garbage did you just scribble? A dog could write better than this!"
"You useless i***t! Why is my water at 29 degrees? I asked for 36! Do I look like some peasant to you?"
"Are you seriously this dumb? You can't even c***k the Riemann Hypothesis? Do you have any idea how much trouble you're causing me?"
Buper's eyes were dull, lifeless.
For the past twenty-four hours, Nelia hadn't stopped yelling at him, throwing impossible demands his way—things no sane person could fulfill.
Find a black that's colorful. Write a number that's both huge and tiny. Calculate the last thousand digits of pi…
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