"Yeah, it's a pretty slim probability though," the mathematician admitted. "It's only if one of the robots-in-disguise gets brainwashed and if we run into them and if they don't just fry our organic asymptotes on sight... not exactly something I can mark within my confidence interval."
Striding across the patio, Sho wondered what the room across the way was; the patio was set with tables and umbrellas, so it seemed this was where the staff ate, so the likelihood of a kitchen in this sector seemed high. Maybe that was it?
If it was though, then this trip might be truncated prematurely; when he tried the doorknob, it firmly refused to budge. After a few seconds of jiggling, shaking, kicking and muttered irrational numbers, Sho had made no progress on opening it.
"The factoring door's locked! What! A! Gypsum!" he shouted, enunciating these last few words with several blows from his shovel. The door remained unimpressed.
[He's trying to open the door to the Security Station :|]
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Striding across the patio, Sho wondered what the room across the way was; the patio was set with tables and umbrellas, so it seemed this was where the staff ate, so the likelihood of a kitchen in this sector seemed high. Maybe that was it?
If it was though, then this trip might be truncated prematurely; when he tried the doorknob, it firmly refused to budge. After a few seconds of jiggling, shaking, kicking and muttered irrational numbers, Sho had made no progress on opening it.
"The factoring door's locked! What! A! Gypsum!" he shouted, enunciating these last few words with several blows from his shovel. The door remained unimpressed.
[He's trying to open the door to the Security Station :|]