One day, having realized that time was running low, section B decided that
the time to attack had come. The best Formulas were to go first – this
total lack of efficiency would have been prevented, but unfortunately
enough Carnot's Formula had not been present – it was one of the unlucky
many to be captured by the Integral.
So they were sent in, and for once, all B citizens walked hand in hand. Buoyancy held the hand of Universal Gravitation and Thermodynamic extension chatted gaily with Lambda.
Only Ms. Equipotential and her Mr. Integral were shunned and silenced. Many a time, Mr. Integral would attempt to speak, only to be stoned in return, by projectiles, cannon balls, and oscillating pendulums.
So the Formulas were sent in. A Period passed. Not a sign.
Minor Formulas were crying and everyone mourned for the unreturned. Surely they were, by now, captured by the Integral.
It was now that Ms. Equipotential's Mr. Integral could no longer hold out. Placing himself behind a protective single slit wall and choosing a wavelength that would produce the greatest constructive interference, Mr. Integral shouted, quickly, from the top of his lungs.
"Formulas of all derivations and ages," said he, "hear me."
The Formulas, hearing the great potency of this voice and gnashing their teeth at the fact that the wall would make any stoning impossible, turned and listened curiously to this reject of society.
"Formulas, hear me," repeated he. "As you all know, I am in love with Ms. Equipotential. We have bonded so strongly now that let me assure you, she would not be able to function as a Formula in course B without me."
Gasps could be heard from near and far. The formulas were outraged.
"But hear me, as I love one of your kind, I want to help."
Formulas of all ages looked distrustfully upon the wall which spoke to them. Either this Mr. Integral was a tyrant or a liar, but a tyrant would be of much help now.
"None of you stand a chance against BC and you know it," screamed Mr. Integral.
"But one thing can help!"
By now the audience was fully curious and trembling with fear and excitement.
"The Integral is the all powerful mighty mathematical operation and nothing can stop him. Nothing but The Antiderivative."
"Oohs" and "Aahs" could be heard from all over. The Antiderivative - the solution to all of life's major problems. So simple was this truth, so savory to the section B ear, that the Formulas all began to sing aloud and stomp their feet to the extent that a resonance was caused, shattering the wall of Mr. Integral, falling on him, and in effect crushing him to death.
Ms. Equipotential gasped, swooned, and discharged a 5.00 MicroCulomb charge.
So they were sent in, and for once, all B citizens walked hand in hand. Buoyancy held the hand of Universal Gravitation and Thermodynamic extension chatted gaily with Lambda.
Only Ms. Equipotential and her Mr. Integral were shunned and silenced. Many a time, Mr. Integral would attempt to speak, only to be stoned in return, by projectiles, cannon balls, and oscillating pendulums.
So the Formulas were sent in. A Period passed. Not a sign.
Minor Formulas were crying and everyone mourned for the unreturned. Surely they were, by now, captured by the Integral.
It was now that Ms. Equipotential's Mr. Integral could no longer hold out. Placing himself behind a protective single slit wall and choosing a wavelength that would produce the greatest constructive interference, Mr. Integral shouted, quickly, from the top of his lungs.
"Formulas of all derivations and ages," said he, "hear me."
The Formulas, hearing the great potency of this voice and gnashing their teeth at the fact that the wall would make any stoning impossible, turned and listened curiously to this reject of society.
"Formulas, hear me," repeated he. "As you all know, I am in love with Ms. Equipotential. We have bonded so strongly now that let me assure you, she would not be able to function as a Formula in course B without me."
Gasps could be heard from near and far. The formulas were outraged.
"But hear me, as I love one of your kind, I want to help."
Formulas of all ages looked distrustfully upon the wall which spoke to them. Either this Mr. Integral was a tyrant or a liar, but a tyrant would be of much help now.
"None of you stand a chance against BC and you know it," screamed Mr. Integral.
"But one thing can help!"
By now the audience was fully curious and trembling with fear and excitement.
"The Integral is the all powerful mighty mathematical operation and nothing can stop him. Nothing but The Antiderivative."
"Oohs" and "Aahs" could be heard from all over. The Antiderivative - the solution to all of life's major problems. So simple was this truth, so savory to the section B ear, that the Formulas all began to sing aloud and stomp their feet to the extent that a resonance was caused, shattering the wall of Mr. Integral, falling on him, and in effect crushing him to death.
Ms. Equipotential gasped, swooned, and discharged a 5.00 MicroCulomb charge.