Forty-Sixth Matrix {Voice | Japanese}
... Ugh ... [Sho sounds groggy, as though just recently waking up.] I never sleep ≥ 5 hours in one function of time, and some of you 000s are acting even more zetta idiotic than usual. So what the factor is going on this time?
[A grunt.] ... Don't tell me they've started adding hallucinogens to the canned food now.
... Hn ...
[A spell of silence before a bemused chuckle ] Heh, guess it beats refactoring solved equations or whatever the hell usually happens here. As if the frequency 4 that isn't small enough as is. But... it was zetta different this time. I think I actually might ... [There's a hint of excitement in his voice, though he's pretty much talking to himself now.] --how the hell did I...?
[The only sound now is fast-paced writing, which stops every so often just before furious scratching out/erasing so the process can begin again. This goes on for a good ten minutes before Minamimoto emits an aggravated growl and pushes his chair back.]
Rrrgh ... Fuck this!
[At this point, he's forgotten about the communicator. He stomps off into another room, leaving the audio running until the transmission cuts off on its own.]
{ooc: Instead of being mocked by his past like all the cool kids, Sho had some weirdass dream which involved proving 2+2=5, a problem which mathematicians have tried and failed to prove for centuries. /trufax. Anyway, he was able to fight his way through the dream by actually proving said equation. Since everything that applies to dreams obviously applies to real life, he tried to copy down that proof after waking up. Buuuut ... he forgot what he did.}
[A grunt.] ... Don't tell me they've started adding hallucinogens to the canned food now.
... Hn ...
[A spell of silence before a bemused chuckle ] Heh, guess it beats refactoring solved equations or whatever the hell usually happens here. As if the frequency 4 that isn't small enough as is. But... it was zetta different this time. I think I actually might ... [There's a hint of excitement in his voice, though he's pretty much talking to himself now.] --how the hell did I...?
[The only sound now is fast-paced writing, which stops every so often just before furious scratching out/erasing so the process can begin again. This goes on for a good ten minutes before Minamimoto emits an aggravated growl and pushes his chair back.]
Rrrgh ... Fuck this!
[At this point, he's forgotten about the communicator. He stomps off into another room, leaving the audio running until the transmission cuts off on its own.]
{ooc: Instead of being mocked by his past like all the cool kids, Sho had some weirdass dream which involved proving 2+2=5, a problem which mathematicians have tried and failed to prove for centuries. /trufax. Anyway, he was able to fight his way through the dream by actually proving said equation. Since everything that applies to dreams obviously applies to real life, he tried to copy down that proof after waking up. Buuuut ... he forgot what he did.}