I see math as shapes. One of them just spoke to me. by EclosionK2

Numbers are scary.

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Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:02):
I'm what you would call a savant. Numbers appear like
shapes to me. And for instance, if you were to
ask me what is the square root of three thousand,
three hundred and sixty five, I would immediately picture three thousand,
three hundred and sixty five has some sort of three
dimensional hovering pyramid. By studying its shape and even its

(00:23):
pale pink color, I can almost immediately tell the square
root of three thousand, three hundred and sixty five is
fifty eight point zero zero nine. The math, it just
clicks into place. It's really hard for me to explain,
but I can use my imagination shapes to process almost
any equation. I've always been able to. The mental talent

(00:47):
of mind is what's landed me my many scholarships. First hereies,
I'm even on track for a pretty cushy ten year
position at a university. Life's been pretty generous overall, is result,
and I wish it could have stayed that way. But
then I had the car accident, and my ever useful

(01:10):
imaginary shapes became something more awful. I was driving back
from Seattle feeling smug about my speech at a large college.
I felt like I had effectively disproven Galileo's theory of

(01:31):
polynomial equations in a room full of the country's top mathematicians.
And then my car flipped over, just like that car accident.
Never saw coming. Don't remember it to this day. I
woke up in the hospital with my legs and back

(01:51):
and horrific pain. A nurse must have noticed my movement,
because the next thing I knew, a doctor came up
and asked me how I was doing. How I could
manage was a moan? Doctor nodded and asked if I
could count to ten. I pursed my lips at my

(02:14):
quivering best, one, two, two, three. When I reached four,
I noticed a translucent pyramid forming in the corner of
my eye. It was really strange, like one of my

(02:35):
imaginary shapes, except it had appeared all on its own.
Five six, seven. The ghostly pyramid began to spin, approaching
me slowly. Eight nine ten. The doctor nodded, jotting something down,

(03:06):
and then the triangular shape drifted closer and closer. I
could practically hear the pyramid whirling by my bedside. Hearing
the imaginary shapes, that was new. I squeezed my eyes
shut and groaned through my teeth understandable. The doctor said,

(03:29):
they'll give you something for the pain. When I opened
my eyes, the pyramid was gone. Over the next few weeks,
as I recovered in the hospital, whenever anyone mentioned any
sort of number in any way, the shapes would appear
all on their own. It wasn't a pyramid. Sometimes it

(03:53):
was the cubes, it was cylinders, triangular prisms. They would
all hover in front of my eyes, like tiny floaters.
You might see you on your eyeballs staring up at
the sun, except they weren't floaters. You're more like three

(04:19):
D holograms that only I could see. I asked the
doctor if I had some kind of brain trauma, something
that could give me hallucinations, because they said not to worry.
Our minds often produced little stars and optical artifacts. After

(04:40):
a hard bonk on the head, should all fade away
in less than six months. Six months came and went.
It got worse. The shapes began to group together. One

(05:06):
long rectangular prism would form a brow, and then obleaque
spheroid would form a mouth. Two small shimmering diamonds form eyes.
That's right, the shapes they started making a face. I
was actually having lunch with the university's dean, explaining just
how ready I was to return to the workplace when

(05:27):
I first saw the horrifying face thing. It assembled itself
and hovered right next to the Dean's head. I'm sorry
you've had to reduce your salary, but it's all probationary.
I hope you understand it won't affect your four three
B plans unless David, hello, you with me? The shapes

(05:53):
all furrowed, resulting in a very demonic expression. Two cones
appeared and acted as horns. David, what is it? I
clutched my eyes shut and breathed through my palms. Only
after a minute of blinding myself to the facling disappear.

(06:16):
Are you all right? Strong metallic taste filled my mouth.
I pushed away from the dean's desk and threw up.
After several awkward minutes and apologizing profusely, I explained that
it must have been my concussion acting up. The dean
nodded with a resigned frown. Right right, let's give it

(06:36):
some more time. But time time only made things worse.
Not long after, in the middle of the night, I
was awoken by the sound of a wind chime, delicate
ephemeral wind chimes. A dark shadow crossed behind my dresser.

(07:00):
I recognized that that same hovering facing the eyes were gleaming.
It inched out, warping its ovoid mouth, as if to
mimic the shapes of talking. The voice was the most
sterile synthetic tone I'd ever heard, as if a computer
had mimicked the voice of another computer, which had been

(07:21):
mimicking the voice of another computer, which had been mimicking
the voice of another computer. Ad infinitum, show me the
words cam warbling, I sprung up in a cold sweat.
What show me? I closed my eyes, stuffed in my

(07:43):
air pods with white noise on full blast. It was
the only way to ignore the voices that weren't really there.
I thought all these shapes had to just be in
my head. Right. Since I was a child, my trick
for falling the sleep was to count sheep. So so
that's what I did. One, two, three, the adorable cartoon

(08:06):
sheep in my mind's I began to morph. Their wool
shredded out into long strands of barbed wire, shimmering angular
wire that lengthened with each number. I counted. After eight,
I stopped counting. The barbed wire collapsed and coiled around
the bleeding mammals soft flesh. I could hear the shrieks

(08:27):
of death. No. I threw off the covers and stood
up in my room. The translucent faceling hovered with an
evil smile above my bed. Hit the fuck away, get
the fuck out of my head. The facling opened its
mouth and I could see new barbed wires floating out

(08:50):
of its throat, undulating like little snakes. I ran out
of my house. The rest of the night was spent
walking around the university grounds until the cafe opened. Insomnia
became my new friend. I didn't know how to make

(09:13):
the visual hallucinations go away. All I knew was that
if I interacted with numbers, like if I heard them
say them, especially counted them, the facling became worse. Paying

(09:35):
all my hospital bills resulted in giving the facling a torso.
Filing away all my old mathwork gave the facling long
insect like arms. Dialing the number for the psychiatrist gave
it a long tubular tail. I've had many sessions with
my shrink now, draining what little was left of my

(09:56):
bank account to try and rewire my head to stop
seeing this horrible nightmare. Just embrace it, my shrink finally said,
embrace it. Tried everything to make it go away. Why
don't you listen to what it wants? What do you mean?
It could be your subconscious trying to purge something. If

(10:17):
you just let her run its course, it could finally
leave you alone. I thought about what the face thing wanted.
All that ever said was show me, which never made
any sense, because what could I possibly have to show?
Can you draw it? My shrink asked at the end
of my session. Maybe if I could see what you're seeing,

(10:38):
I could be more of us. And then everything fell
into place. It wanted to show itself. The face thing
wanted to be presented. It was saying, show me. I
drew some rough sketches of a snake creature with a

(10:59):
demon face bug legs. The psychiatrist admitted that it looked
pretty unsettling, but she and I both knew an amateur
drawing was in its true form. No, its true form
was what all of its body parts created when added together.
What all the math counted up to the equation. My

(11:24):
connection with the university is tenuous at best, because my
mathematical brilliance had not quite returned to its previous state.
The faculty was not exactly excited to have me back,
but when I told them that I had a breakthrough,
that I discovered a formula to end all formulas, they
let me have a guest lecture at the stem hall.

(11:48):
A couple curious students trickled in for my lecture. Some
of the old professors sat in the back. I explained
that I would reveal my theory once I had written
it all down on the whiteboard behind me. It would
make better sense that way. No sooner had I finished
talking when the demon faceling crawled up a few feet
away from me. The awful thing had grown into a

(12:11):
monstrous ten foot scorpion, the curved pyramiddle stinger. It was
hard not to shudder from the side of it. I
stood my ground. I'm not afraid of you, I said
to myself. The facing didn't look threatened. In fact, it

(12:35):
appeared overjoyed because it knew what I was doing. He
calmly glanced at its colors and angles. It wrote the
measurements on the whiteboard. Seventy three point four to six
was the square root of its spine. Four hundred and
six was the surface area of its claws. Nine point

(12:57):
one two was the diameter of its fangs. The numbers
grouped in a formula that felt as natural as the
golden ratio, except instead of eliciting the feeling of completeness
or beauty, I started feeling sick to my stomach. What

(13:17):
is it? One of the professors asked from the back.
It is related to Galileo's theorem. I continued to write
without stopping. It was in a flow state, and there
was no room for second guesses. I heard gagging from
the back. A few students were feeling sick. David, what
are these numbers? Bring us up to speed here? But

(13:39):
I couldn't stop. My hand kept writing, even though the
audience behind me started to writhe and vomit. I didn't
look back for any glances. The math had to be
written out. Are you bleeding, David? Your eyes? What's happening
to your eyes? Warm, prickling liquid poured out from my
tear ducts. Could see large red stains in my shirt.

(14:01):
It wasn't tears. I squinted and gritted through the pain.
The fiery heat in my vision was relentless, but I
had to push forward. For the love of God, David,
what is this? They're passing out that that students, David stop.
I added brackets, exponents, couple Greek letters. I was channeling

(14:24):
all the numbers from the face thing I could grasp.
I understood them perfectly. On the very last line, my
formula came to a close omega. The equals delta four
times two three point six six six. David, what is

(14:48):
the meaning of this? What is this equation? I wiped
the blood from my eyes and cleared my throat. The
lecture was filled with worried expressions and nausea. It's a
mathematical representation for what. I didn't know how else to

(15:16):
put it, so I just slipped out the word evil.
There came the screeching of a thousand slaughtered lambs. Everyone's
jaw dropped. The mass of scorpion facling, which had been
translucent this entire time, suddenly became opaque. Everyone could see

(15:42):
what I saw, Jesus Christ, When the world is that?
Like a tornado of violent shapes, the faceling lunged forward
and goreed the front row of attendees. Anyone who tried
to run was skewed by its pyramid stinger. I froze
in awe, stupefied by what I had wrought. The face

(16:05):
things skeered it across the seats and punctured every supple
neck I could find. I watched as it gripped the
shoulders of the oldest professor I had known, and then
bit its head clean off. Blood spattered across the mahogany steps.
Bodies crumpled to the floor. When the demon had finished
its massacre, the face shapes reconfigured into a gnawing smile.

(16:31):
I've been shown, it said. Then, as if struck by
a breeze, all the triangles, pyramids, and cubes comprising the
creature broke apart. They shot past me through the window
on my left. Glass shattered, and I watched as the
raw arithmetic drifted out into the sky. The shapes had

(16:53):
soared out like a storm of hail. Though the university
was on lockdown for weeks after the occurrence, the incident
to this day has never been released to the public.
Six students and three professors had been killed by something
the authorities internally called a disastrous force, though outwardly they

(17:14):
had just called this a shooting. I pretended I too,
had passed out. I had no explanation for what happened,
but I know what I did. I had removed the
equation from my mind and I'd spilled it out into
the world. But a useful fool, I had inadvertently spread

(17:37):
this evil. I posted this here so that others could
be warned. If anyone encounters a strange set of numbers
and a calculator, a spreadsheet that feels awe for them,
a rogue pyramids spinning out in the middle of your vision,
let me know. Whatever this entity is, it thrives on digits,

(18:00):
It thrives on math. It wants to use arithmetic to
spread itself and wreak untold havoc. Whatever you do, don't
interact with it, don't look at it, don't listen to it.
And for God's sake, if you think something is wrong,
if you had a car accident and you see shapes,
do not count to ten. It only makes it worse either. Kids.

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