"Respectfully, I would love to sleep for longer, Mr. Lost. I have pink eye, my everything aches. Please continue from where you left off before."
Lost must be some kind of God. Don't tell me he saw me break down. That's embarrassing to say the least-
" The origin of functions…
You know how it had occured right?"
Yeah, everyone knows that.
A mathematician challanged God himself to a math duel, etc etc.
He wrote down 35 1's and then God flipped the switch on him and converted them into factorials-
Oh…
"WAIT YOU'RE THE GUY??"
"Yes. I was the one who challanged God. Although I tweaked the memories for you"
"In the original tale, you had asked God to set us free from Ø. Was that why the world was being set to 0?"
Lost, for a split second, changed his expression. He looked as if he saw his entire family managled. I got shivers running down my spine.
"The God you speak of is Ø himself. Like I said, I changed the story for you. I sensed that you could learn set theory- you had that eagerness and curiosity. They are best tools of anyone who wants to learn. So I made sure you faced the severely weakened version of Ø."
That was the sevearly weakened version…?
Lost was only human when he faced "God".
How did he withstand such an unfathomable being?
"I didn't. If that's what you're wondering. On pure instinct and adrenaline rush, I had managed to muster up the request to let there be Functions. Even He couldn't deny due to his Setting. I died the very next moment after. Somehow, something has taken my conscience and I was able to make worlds inside this *place*."
"How does everyone get their function?"
"Purely based off of luck, and how far you can get in my memories."
"So every one of the Defined has gone through your memories??"
"Yes, but they all fall into the River Ophius due to them not finding the book about set theory. As you saw, the Ø manifests as self doubt and forces you to….
Finding the book is one thing, understanding it is another, using it against him is impossible. Based on how far they got, I allowed them to leave, with memories wiped. However the functions themselves choose the Defined."
Come to think of it, when we had that duel, how did it play out exactly like in history-
"The expression I wrote using set theory- was that what you wrote too?"
Lost stares into my eyes.
"How did you get the idea of writing down that number?"
"Well I-"
How did I?
That's a damn good question.
I have no fucking clue.
My body went autonomous, as if something else was controlling me.
" I placed my chalk onto the board, everything else filled in the empty gaps of the board- like it was always meant to be. Almost as if it was as simple as breathing in and out."
That feeling I had, the immense pleasure and satisfaction of writing and writing..
This has to be harnessed as soon as I can get the chance to.
" I spent years and years researching huge numbers. Only after 7 years I had devised an expression which could exploit the potential of set language. You, on the other hand, almost immediately found the solution. For that, I shall first, let you go with your memories intact."
"Oh fantastic, just what I needed, more trauma that isn't even mine."
"How about I also give you an insight to your function?"
This was a dealbreaker. Feelings?
Those are for pussies.
I nodded and suddenly a table and two chairs opposite to each other spawned in, with two glasses of tea in the middle.
" Your function, is very interesting. "
He takes a sip.
I'm here, eagerly waiting, and he's here taking his time.
I fold my hands on the table and ask,
"Yes?"
"exp(x) shall certainly give you the power to reach **#*#*#*#*. Know this, you will face many dangerous situations. To deal with it, you have already found the answer. Bye December, I hope we don't meet soon."
WAIT IT GOT DISTORTED AGAIN,
FUCK.
Oh god,
I'm falling again.
Just as before, how i entered this place.
The same sensation of falling but not falling.
I suddenly find myself face slamming the rock Infront of me.
Ouch…
There's blood leaking from my nose, and a white thing protruding the bridge. Please don't tell me it broke that bad-
I look up as I try to not scream in pain.
Stars, trillions of sparkling stars.
It was there too but,
Now I know,
I'm home…
>>
Completely broken nose, concussion, from both the duel and the rock, and a completely exhausted December, walking towards his house.
I bet I still look better than Atlas. I wonder how he's been taking it. I don't even know the time and date, but I just hope someone's home.
I made it to my house. It looks to be 10:30pm-ish. I reach for the door. I look down, my hands are shaking with fear. A part of me wishes what I saw that day was just my imagination, a really really bad daydream.
I push the door open, it's empty. I hear crying.
"Hello?? Uncle Oris????"
I suddenly hear large footsteps storming down the steps.
Uncle Oris..
God it's been so long.
He looks completely taken out. His eyes circled black, his hair messy all over.
"DECEMBER.."
He hugs me tightly.
I feel so relieved he's safe.
But…
"I'm so sorry Decey…It all happened so fast…"
So, she really is dead…
"Uncle Oris…"
"She's dead.."
It's fine.
I can cry in his arms.
He can cry in mine.
My family is still here…
The next morning, I woke up with a huge headache.
"Ah, good morning Decey! "
"Good morning Uncle!"
Uncle looks to have cheered up. I'm glad.
Walking down the steps made me think about the past few days. My function is exp(x). It's an exponential, which is honestly just what i wanted. If addition was walking, multiplication was running, exponentiation is basically flying Mach 10 with negative air resistance! Lost said that the future will be very difficult to handle, but I feel that if I combine Set Theory with my new Function, we shall see".
I sit at the dining table. He's made omelettes. Aunt Oris always had the worst ones, hehe..
Well since she's dead, I shall pay respects to the almighty Omelets Overlord..
Someone knocks on the door.
"Decey, can you go get it?"
"Sure thing."
I open the door and see Heet.
My heart started racing. I could definitely feel myself blushing. Heet leaped at me, latching her arms around me.
"Ouch, easy on the back…and my nose.."
" You idiot…I missed you.."
"I missed you too, Heet."
Uncle Oris looks at this spectacle and tells himself- "That's my nephew."
"You two lovebirds want food right?"
"Yes." "Yes."
I look at her and smile, she smiles back.
"How's the food guys?"
It just melts in my mouth, the flavours are going on an all out war, while the crispy textures of the yolk…
"Eh it's mediocre at best."
"How about I feed you?"
Heet turns towards me, holding a piece with her fingers.
God this has only been my dream since 4 seconds ago.
Uncle Oris leaves the table.
" I have to go arrange for the funeral. Give me around 15 minutes. Bye!!"
So it's literally us two in the house.
Nice.
"Open up ."
Her smile is so irresistible.
I should probably do no funny business and take the piece.
She suddenly grabs my chin, pulls it slightly down, inches closer to me.
Yeah,
I can hear her heartbeat.
Calm down Decey.
Decency… Decency…
She's feeding me only because I almost died.
I close my eyes and she feeds me the omelet piece.
Huh..
It doesn't taste like an omelet at all.
I open my eyes and see her chair all the way turned towards me.
Ah-
It's her finger-
Shit-
Luckily I didn't bite-
This is very stressful.
God what does she think of me?
Wait-
She's all pink too.
Her eyes, directly staring into mine.
I gently try opening my mouth.
She gently mouths-
"No."
WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK IS GOING ON-
December…
Hormones, hormones,
Hormones…
Don't think with your dick, you idiot.
I try to stay as still as I can.
Then she starts massaging my tongue with her index finger.
HEY NOW, DECEMBER, THIS IS GETTING TOO MUCH.
I agree, lil me.
I stand up and make a bee line to my room upstairs.
As I sit down I realise, she is sometimes very bold.
I didn't know my heart could beat this hard.
I feel that pressure again.
On my body.
Only this time, I didn't want it to fade away.
That little maneuver she just did set me back 7 years of my lifespan.
She suddenly opens the door, breathing heavily.
" You can't leave me like that. It's not fair."
Not fair you say?
Bitch you literally-
" I'll make it up for you?"
She freezes in place. Yeah, that's what you did to me downstairs.
I signal her to sit next to me.
She did.
Yeah, good job December, now what…?
"My memories didn't get wiped. I still remember everything that happened there."
She gasped.
" No, are you serious?"
I nod.
She wraps her arms around me.
"I'm here for you okay? It must have been hell wherever you went."
I let this linger for a while. Her embrace is probably the best thing that has ever happened to me.
"You saw her. You saw that happen."
She suddenly frowns.
" Decey, don't bring that up. But you're curious, so.."
She filled me in on everything that had happened. After that *thing* decapitated Aunt Oris, it vanished, and the next thing she remembers is being at her house. Same thing with Uncle Oris too. It's super strange.
Oh god she's crying.
Well don't just sit there you idiot,
Do something.
I turn her head towards me, and kiss her forehead.
"Look we've all been through some shit. This is only going to get better from now. Got it?"
Seeing as how she suddenly started smiling uncontrollably, it worked.
Casanova would be proud of you.
Oh shut up, I'm comforting her.
You'd do it again anyways.
Yeah, yes I would.
"It was all over me…the blood…Her brains splattered everywhere… I know I couldn't do anything against that but, I feel guilty…"
It must have been really gorey.
"Hey it's alright."
She stands up and cleans her face using subtraction. All she did was the hand motion of ripping off a pretend mask. Ah, that's how she's been maintaining perfect skin-
" Yeah you're right. It really fucked up my mind, witnessing that, and the fact that you went under the thing-
WAIT, what's your Function?????"
Oh fuck, I forgot this part existed.
That competitiveness doesn't exclude me.
"Hehe…how about we get back to the finger thing…?"
"Nope, lost the mood."
Yeah I'm fucked.
I eventually told her that my function was exp, and she lost it.
How did you get a transcendent….
Is what she said.
How did I, is a very important question.
It was purely luck based that I found the Set Theory book, purely coincidental that things occurred how it did 2-3 centuries ago.
Then again in a world where the impossible becomes possible, you could say water is clear and you would be lying.
Uncle Oris came back, gave a wink at Heet, which told me all I had to know- that was all planned. You have your own son to give you grandkids, that's all I can say.
Now I'm sitting in my room, thinking to myself..
What would've happened if I let her continue?
What would've happened if I didn't win back then?
Why is all of this happening to me?
I'm lying on my bed, contemplating unnecessarily.
Lost, if you can hear this, give me some signs.
You somehow became a God of sorts, so I need help.
I have a funeral to attend, so I'll clock in right now.
Heet, you really do smell nice.
God I should seek help..
>>>>
Time- ?????????
"You know you don't have to do this."
"Will you join me, and believe in *****, or…
Find out if your God exists? "