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Mathématique: Chapter 58

Measure after measure, Beethoven spoke to Mozart. Across space and time. Through the medium of music.

Mathématique: Chapter 57

“Unscheduled—” Harriman’s voice came slower this time. “Unscheduled on-world activation? I repeat: unscheduled on -world activation.”

Mathématique: Chapter 56

All the other boys/ Try to chase me/ But here’s my PGP key/ So encrypted message me maybe

Mathématique: Chapter 55

“You in love with her, Jackson?” Young asked, quiet in a quiet room.

Mathématique: Chapter 54

“You feel like you know Mozart?” Eli asked. “Like, Mozart Mozart? Volfgahng Amadeus? That guy? The guy who made child stardom seem like a good idea when it definitely, definitely was not? The dead guy. The dead guy who you’ve never met one time in your life. That Mozart.”

Mathématique: On Lethe Fixed

To leave, Val will have to shoot him. He’s made that the price of the door.

Mathématique: Chapter 52

“So—six days from now, I will get a burning cake?” Ginn asked.

Mathématique: Chapter 51

Eli zipped his jacket and eyed the sheeting rain, lit to orange in the glow of streetlights. “It’s like you’re the responsible straight man in the zany romantic comedy of your own life, dude!”

Mathématique: Chapter 50

Young spent the day on his couch, staring at the ceiling, imagining what the end of the world would look like from the sidelines.

Mathématique: Fair Share of Abuse

Like a Cosmo Quiz, there’s always one crap option outta three. This time, it’s Thing C. And Mitchell’s doin’ it.

Mathématique: Chapter 48

Mid-September in Harvard Square was a terrible time to embark on a career as an aspiring, amnestic, hipster barista.

Mathématique: Chapter 47

“You’re gonna rescue me,” Telford whispers.

Mathématique: Chapter 46

P=NP. Prove.

Mathématique: Chapter 45

“Damn it, hotshot.” Young looked up, as though he could see into low Earth orbit. 

Mathématique: Chapter 44

He woke alone, beside a river.

Mathématique: Chapter 43

Young could smell smoke. Or, he thought he could. It was fire season.

Mathématique: The Lotus and the Snake

Vala Mal Doran prays for luck to the dead false god who’d stolen her life and lived in her spine.

Mathématique: Chapter 41

Telford looked away, his gaze fixed on nothing. “Do you ever wonder,” he began, “whether the story you tell yourself about your life and your choices is real?”

Mathématique: Chapter 40

“It’s not a date,” Jackson said sharply. “It’s a dinner meeting to discuss Vala’s cultural acclimatization.”

Mathématique: Boundary Conditions

Relief isn’t a sentiment Amanda Perry typically encounters, let alone inspires.

Mathématique: Chapter 38

To create a machine that feels is a cruelty.

Mathématique: From Nothing, Nothing Comes

Rodney McKay hates the implementation of solutions that require destruction of any kind. It is, Zelenka thinks, a surprisingly poetic weakness in a physicist.

Mathématique: Chapter 36

Lam rested a hand atop her dialysis machine and looked up at Young, determined and wry. “This is a time of nightmares.”

Mathématique: Chapter 35

Nicholas Rush was wired for D minor.

Mathématique: Tradition

Unseeing, Teal’c stares at the sour cream, the cilantro, the Blazin’ Jalapeño Doritos, the cheese.

Mathématique: Chapter 33

“‘Jacksonesque’?” Young repeated. “He’s gonna love that one. So much.”

Mathématique: Chapter 32

One could not disappoint the dead. That was true. That was axiom.

Mathématique: Chapter 31

“Do y’have cooking wine?” Rush asked. “I feel like lighting something on fire.”