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The morning sun filtered through the slightly open curtains of Lassen's office, casting soft shadows on the walls. Slouched in his chair with a novel in hand, Lassen turned a page with calculated nonchalance. His cup of tea, still warm this ti, rested on the coffee table beside him.
The system interrupted the calm.
[Host, congratulations. You are now officially an obsession for academics worldwide.]
Lassen didn't even look up from his book.
"Tell sothing I don't already know."
[Hundreds of emails continue to flood in. Requests for explanations about your mathematical demonstration now occupy 85% of scientific information feeds.]
He smirked slightly, still reading.
"I suppose they enjoy suffering."
[And yet, they keep insisting.]
Lassen finally closed his book and slowly placed it on the table.
"Alright, let's see what they have to say."
The holographic screens lit up, displaying articles, discussion forums, and interview excerpts. So scientists praised the elegance of his solution, while others labeled it as an impossible fraud.
"Always the sa reactions." Lassen stretched his arms. "Admiration and skepticism. It's almost predictable."
[There's more. Several of the world's top universities and research centers are demanding a public explanation. They want a live conference with you.]
Lassen raised an eyebrow.
"A conference? For what? Haven't they already read the full 237-page report?"
[Apparently, so didn't understand it. Or rather, they refuse to believe that a single individual could solve this problem.]
Lassen chuckled softly.
"So, because they can't keep up, I have to put on a show to prove I'm real?"
[In summary, yes.]
Lassen stood up and began pacing.
"And what happens if they still doubt after that? Am I supposed to solve another problem live? Maybe Goldbach's conjecture this ti?"
[They mostly want explanations about your thod, or my thod. So suspect you're using technology they don't yet understand.]
Lassen crossed his arms.
"Well, they're not wrong about that."
He sat back down and scrolled through the requests. Harvard, Oxford, MIT, Cambridge. The world's top academic institutions were fighting for a seat at the conference.
"They want answers, but they're not ready to accept the ones they'll get."
[And you're going to refuse?]
Lassen smiled.
"No. But I'll make sure they regret asking."
The system projected a list of expected attendees. Familiar faces of renowned professors, authors of revolutionary theories, and even so Nobel laureates appeared on the screens.
"They're sending their entire elite. Lovely."
[So think you'll humiliate them, so think that you are a genius. Others secretly hope you'll fail.]
"They all want to see fall. And that's exactly why I'll make them listen for hours."
Lassen poured himself another cup of tea.
"Prepare everything needed for this conference. But not live. I want them to co here."
[You an to the Kingdom of Macro?]
"Exactly. Make sure they all travel. I want them to feel what it's like to be the ones begging for answers."
[This will be complicated to arrange, but I'm sure you couldn't care less about complications.]
"Not at all." Lassen sipped his tea. "And while you're at it, make sure none of them have access to our systems. I don't want them leaving with more than what they ca for."
[Noted. But you know they'll try.]
"Let them. It'll keep them busy."
Lassen scrolled through the proposals and questions on his screens.
"And what if we asked them a question in return?"
[What question?]
"If they're so smart, why haven't they solved this problem themselves?"
The system beeped sarcastically.
[Probably because they don't have access to an omniscient system like you.]
Lassen smiled.
"Exactly. But they don't need to know that. And they will never know"
He sat back down and opened another book, ignoring the new notifications piling up.
"Let know when they send their responses. In the anti, I'll see if this misunderstood hero conquers his kingdom in this novel."
[And I'll count how many scientists lose their minds waiting for your answer.]
Lassen laughed softly and resud his reading, letting the holograms project the latest reactions. A new storm was brewing, but this ti, he planned to watch from afar before stepping into it.
The announcent of Mr. X's conference had spread like wildfire. Universities and research institutes around the world were in turmoil. Heated debates erupted in lecture halls, laboratories, and eting rooms.
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University of Cambridge – Faculty Lounge
Discussions flared in the room, where professors of mathematics and physics had gathered around a giant screen broadcasting the latest news.
"Have you seen this? Mr. X is going to hold a conference on the Birch and Swinnerton-Dyer conjecture!" exclaid Professor Hargrove, slamming his coffee cup down on the table.
"A conference?!" cried Dr. Evans. "And he claims to have solved a problem we've been trying to demystify for fifty years?"
"He claims it, but in addition to the processor he invented, he's already proven his academic abilities with the Collatz Conjecture. Rember the debates we had back then?" added Professor Claire Bennett.
"Yes, but this ti, it's different," Hargrove retorted. "The Collatz Conjecture was a mathematical curiosity, not a fundantal pillar of number theory."
"And that's exactly why this ti, it's terrifying." Bennett adjusted her glasses. "If he proves this hypothesis, it will change our understanding of elliptic curves and open doors we haven't even imagined."
Evans shrugged.
"Or he'll throw us such an obscure demonstration that no one will be able to understand it."
"In that case, he wouldn't be the first. But admit it…" Bennett smiled slightly. "You're excited, aren't you?"
An awkward silence filled the room before Hargrove broke the tension.
"Of course I am. But I need to see his calculations. If he's right, we'll have to rewrite entire chapters of our mathematics textbooks."
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At MIT – Lecture Hall
Hundreds of students packed into a lecture hall to follow the breaking news about the upcoming conference. Enthusiastic and anxious voices filled the space.
"Have you seen the theory he's already published?!" shouted a student. "I don't even understand half the equations, but it's beautiful!"
"Beautiful?!" replied another, shaking his head. "It's incomprehensible! He compressed years of research into a 237-page report!"
"And a three-page summary," added a student in the front row. "For idiots like us, apparently."
Nervous laughter broke out.
"Do you realize he could literally redefine an entire field?" said a PhD student. "If his solution holds, it's a paradigm shift. And it's not just theoretical. This kind of breakthrough could revolutionize cryptography, algorithms, and even artificial intelligence."
"Or destroy everything," muttered a student in the corner. "Have you read the speculations? So think he's too dangerous to be left unchecked."
"Dangerous or not, I'd sell a kidney to attend this conference in person," declared another student.
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Institute of Mathematics, Beijing
Zhao Liang, China's Minister of Technology, observed the palpable tension in the room filled with academics.
"What are the initial reactions?" he asked his assistant.
"A mix of skepticism and excitent," the assistant replied, flipping through reports. "So think it's a show of power. Others fear this breakthrough could be a mathematical weapon against us."
Professor Lin, one of China's most renowned mathematicians, stood up.
"If it's true, we must understand his thod. And if it's not, we need to discredit him before the entire world worships him as a god."
A murmur spread through the room.
"He's already solved Collatz and created Nova-1," added a younger researcher. "We should at least give him the benefit of the doubt."
Zhao Liang nodded.
"Whether we admire him or fear him, we must be ready to analyze every word of his conference. Prepare teams to translate and dissect his explanations as soon as they're available."
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Prof. MathGuru – "If Mr. X truly proved the Birch and Swinnerton-Dyer conjecture, we're looking at the greatest mathematical genius since Gauss."
@CuriousMind – "Or he's bluffing. It wouldn't be the first ti a charlatan shook the scientific world."
@NumTheory_Fan – "Genius or fraud, I'll be glued to my screen for this conference. This kind of event is unprecedented."
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Cambridge – Senior Academic eting
Professor Hargrove spoke again after listening to the debates in the room.
"We need to be prepared. If he really solved this problem, we must be ready to admit it, even if it ans rewriting everything we thought we knew."
"And if he's bluffing?" asked Evans.
"Then we'll tear him apart in front of the entire world."
"And if he's right…" Claire Bennett murmured "…we'll step into a new era."
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Across the world, discussions, doubts, and hopes fueled conversations. Between admiration, fear, and skepticism, one thing was certain—the world was eagerly awaiting this conference.
And Lassen, sowhere in his office, savored his cup of tea, fully aware of the storm he had unleashed.
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