im smoking a joint with a woman who claims to be a mathmatitician, she works as a scientists in a research centre. i confess in a cloud of exhaled smoke i am useless at maths and relate a story about my moment of mathematical genius where i plugged into the akashic records and pulled out a logarithmic answer to a geometry question i was asked when i attended skool in london. the purpose of the question was to humiliate me in front of my peers whom all held their logarithmic tables open in front of them while my book was closed. 
'mission what's the sine off...blah blah blah,' mr locket said, in his usual sarcastic and prematurely triumphant tones as he awaited my pathetic attempt.
immediately i gave an answer, it was something like 8.674329.
his face looked down upon the tables in his hand as his eyes followed the lines and then a look crossed his face, it was disbelief crossed with defeat and then instead of acknowledging i had the correct answer he moved on to someone else. 
the scientist starts flirting with me, as if impressed yet i confess i have no mathematical ability entrusting the satori to divinity.
i ask her if it's all numbers, she says yes.
i ask her if we live in a simulation, she says, 'so what if we do?'
i suggest hack it.

she said it would be impossible and i reply, 'i've done it.'

she shows me her breasts.

i wonder if this is something that women do as a response to an certain biological pattern, possibly entrenched within a mating ritual. i dunno, i'm kinda not that interested in her but bemused at how often this happens. 

i don't respond but ask her about the books she has upon her shelves, a selection of science and fantasy. interesting mix.

she asks if i read fantasy.

no, i generally avoid it but i have read the important ones, mervyn peak, tolkien, c. s. lewis and scott bakker. 

she speaks about the 'wheel of time.'

i say, i may one day read sanderson.

then she asks me if i know what the true nature of time is?

'yes,' i say, 'if you hack the universe then you have to understand time.'

we change the subject as someone else joins us, the mathmatitician wants me to go outside with her and smoke bongs, whereas i like the warm indoors.

i speak with her friend who is working with tina arena (crazy world) and i blurt out how much i like one of her songs but i do mention how much i like her as well, she's always been really cool to watch being interviewed. 

the woman agrees and says she is great to work with.

together the three of us watch some tv show, i get a lesson in streaming services and an introduction to a series called, 'jane the virgin.'

one of the girls wraps me in a warm cardigan and i find myself becoming very relaxed, she's almost naked while i'm wrapped up in layers of clothes. i can see where this may go and make my excuses to leave, it's been an interesting evening but i can't say i'm in the mood for any carnal adventures, all i want to do is get back to mission control. i must be getting old.