A Beautiful Dune

A Story by Abishai100

A math-wizard from Transylvania arrives at Princeton and embarks on a 'matrix-math' quest for beauty while discovering the complications of model distancing.

An attempt to make a worthy fanfiction of the incredibly complex American genius film A Beautiful Mind (Ron Howard), which I think reflects a good sign-off intention to cast American imagination through the modern 'lens' of depression. Thanks for reading,

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A gifted Transylvanian mathematician named Satan flew into the United States on Tarom on a bright but cold winter morning in February, during the Coronavirus tribulation!

This mathematician was using advanced quadratics-algebra to derive systems-series formulas to understandings of pathway equilibriums relevant to modern studies in biophysics and was enrolled at Princeton (New Jersey).

The mathematician at Princeton now, Satan, was secretly addicted to Klonopin meds which were originally prescribed by his psychiatrist in Eastern Europe for his disturbing 'condition' of affective-bipolar schizophrenia, and he'd wanted to originally find 'creative' ways to distract/calm his fragmenting mind which was derailed by his 'nonlinear math-number theory' studies in the fractals of pathway redundancy, an analysis requiring serious understanding of continuous repetition(s) and therefore 'inducing' complete mental confusion(s)!

SATAN: I've met an incredibly beautiful music professor, young woman (Shelbye) at Princeton, and I'm distracted again.

Princeton is a really beautiful campus, and it requires a nice human appreciation of the 'design' or architecture of American prestige/education, and this genius mathematician (Satan) wanted to 'immerse' himself into this 'world' of meditative knowledge/reason while avoiding the worldly distractions that might send his disturbing mind down the hallways of troubling madness.

SHELBYE: This guy's a real 'wizard' with math, and I'm thinking he's gifted in colored ways, which one sees from his notes.

Satan started riding his disc-wheel bike around the Princeton campus, avoiding Shelbye whenever he could/would and thinking just about his number-pathways math work with repetition-systems, which may have Nobel-level applications to biophysics. However, Shelbye had become a 'siren' in his haunted mathematical consciousness, which is normal, right?

SATAN: I've found an ingenious method of inverting chem-math quadratics for reaching straight concentration results quicker.

Then, one day, Satan's mind slipped into madness completely. He woke up one day in his Princeton apartment, after making love to Shelbye for whom he'd surrendered his 'academic sensibilities' and believed he was now a 'radical' named Amlan who'd been 'sent' to Earth from Venus to ice-skate. He put on his Coronavirus mask and sunglasses and headed to the ice-pond near Princeton (New Jersey).

SATAN ("Amlan"): I'll find the reasons of beauty and magic here in Princeton but through ice-skates.

Now, Satan the mathematician had submitted his math-work at Princeton to a major publication and was being considered for the Nobel Prize for his work with repetition(s)-systems applications to Coronavirus biophysics theory-modeling work regarding body circulation pathway redundancy anticipation nerve pressure signaling. Shelbye was so proud of him!