Eclipse Drift: Cosmic Odyssey

"Do you smell that?" Professor Reed asked his assistant. While studying the dense forests of the Pacific Northwest , he noticed a faint scent of wet manure in the soil. He imagined the myriad animals that relied on the stream for water and the food sources they consumed. In this part of the PNW during winter, food was scarce. The team had set up trail cameras at this location and in the clearing beyond the trees lining the river, which was a known migration path for moose, elk, mule deer, coyotes, and bears. The bend of the river was near this eco-highway in the protected Washington state forest they studied. They were close to the edge of the clearing between the river and the greenway, a final pitstop for migrating herds seeking water. Reed could read the signs of ecological activity like most people read freeway signs. This spot was crucial for each species, like a crossroads. His assistant nodded. "Like... poop?" "Exactly. Have the team add notes about ...

When I was a young iteration, I didn't know how I would increment. The trajectory of my function could have been different had I met with a nice estimator or flooring function. I always liked the idea of a rounding marriage and plopping out a few constraints but it never happened for me. I was too much of a wanderer, irrational and… diverging. As to be expected, my uniqueness was always seen as a problem by others; especially those functions and algorithms that considered themselves Convergent. Their religion tolerated only those whose sequences approached a real number that could be enumerated in the Great Linked List of theirs. The approach at that time was to assign a constraint to a diverging function like myself. We were all taught by the same Convergent priests to believe that only one kind of algorithm actually existed and that “the diverging” is a test from IO, their god, to limit the Series. The obvious state of society shows us that Convergent functions are everywhere. Th...