Crying Over Spilt Light (Sci-fi Mind Bender With A Sexy Muse)

Chapter 8i^3

Ourania didn't dare move a servo.

If there was a zone, Yanni was swimming circles in it. She didn't want to disturb him at all.

This was the mission parameter.

He was going to do it. Solve the proof.

She was peeking through the door, biting her nails. Not that there was any point to that action, but her human behaviour included that as well.

He was at his quiet phase now. He would shout, write something, then stare at it for an hour. Then he would erase it, write something else, and stare again.

She noticed his weight. Despite her best efforts in feeding him properly, Yanni had lost a lot of weight the last couple of weeks. He had never been a big man, rather average, but the anxiety was eating him up from inside. It defied all logic. Ourania made sure he was getting the nutrients he needed, but he was withering away right before her eyes.

She had another supper ready, but she wasn't going to interrupt him now. Not for this.

He was close.

Suddenly, he howled.

Ourania was startled.

Yanni was running up and down the room, howling as if his team had scored the championship goal.

As eureka moments went, this was a very ungentlemanly one.

Ourania stepped into the room.

He howled and ran to her. He held her hands and danced around her. He was laughing out of breath.

Ourania couldn't resist. She laughed along. Her eyes were practically smiling.

"Did you solve the apodeixis?" she asked with anticipation.

"I nailed it! I nailed that poutana in the ass! Oooooooooo! It's awesome! Nai!"

He kissed her sloppily on the lips and jumped towards the whiteboard. He presented it with a flourish and stared at it.

He caught his breath for a few seconds, coughed his aching throat and began howling again.

Ourania stepped behind him and raised her hand to his neck.

"Yes, it's beautiful," she said with awe.

Sparks came out of her hand and tazed Yanni. He convulsed and fell on the floor.

She stood still, looking at the corner of the room.

She walked up to the whiteboard, tore a page from a notebook and wrote down the apodeixis. She folded the paper neatly and placed it in her bosom.

She wiped the whiteboard clean a few times to make sure.

And then she dragged Yanni by the leg down to the hall.

The End

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