the complex plane(Supremacy X*Crown)
Jan 24, 2024 22:29:16 GMT -5
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Post by Random🎲McConalogue on Jan 24, 2024 22:29:16 GMT -5
The lecture hall is clean, but still feels musty. Dull yellowy lights bounce off the plain brown carpet beneath the huge screen showing a slide of the lecture's title
Above the busy desk and the Ethereal Mathematician behind, are three three whiteboards. Two are blank, the middle has a row of neatly written... elements, we'll say, in square brackets. Carefully written in a range of inks ranging from yellows through green and cyan light blues
Random: There's views that we use, perspectives. Numerical and geometric. We need to count things, and shape them. Measure and compare them, in the most precise ways. Depending how we look and represent them
The bottom of the big screen flickers above her, switching slides. Annoyingly, there's no cut to a wide shot to show it.
She steps to the right side of the left board and writes awkwardly with her right hand, but all she writes is ℂ. ABlackboard bold C.
She pauses to admire, appearing like she's facing in two directions at once, but still cool. It's a fundamental pro-wrestling skill
Random: The Complex Plane is where the geometric can work like real numbers, and real numbers can exist as vectors, points in space. Acting like coordinates
Now we cut to a wide shot, showing the display flickering with little glowing points. Popping in and out of existence, faint trails bouncing between in an irregular grid of dull neon
Random: You can visualise where everybody is, how everything adds up, and what looks like the best choice, even in the most fleeting moments...
And I'm Tapout's bid for Supremacy...
Crash cut to a close-up of Random's face, almost looking like she might get really intense or angry, but...
nah. she idly shrugs, bobbing her shoulders into the frame
Random: ...they're no' betting on anything. They all know me too well...
cut back to the original shot, with the whiteboards showing. She writes "octonions" below the big ℂ, carefree as if the last shot never happened
Random: ...do you know what an octonion is?
It looks like a quaternion, but bigger...
She quickly adds a blackboard bold 𝕆 as she tilts her, knowing what the first response to this will be.
She writes 'quaternion' quickly, and adds an ℍ
Random: Take the square root of minus one
she casually adds a √-1 to the whiteboard
Random: It's got no real value. There's no properly countable number that works there, right?
So just call it i
an =i is appended to the √-1. she writes a fresh i on a line below, then switches colours to add an x before it
Random: ...and multiply it by any real number. Add another...
the xi swiftly receives a z= prefix and a + y suffix
Random: And you've got a complex number.
pause for breath, then she picks up the pace
Random: ...multiply that by a completely different root minus one...
the y is now followed by a j
Random: ...an expy i, but it's not an i... and maybe one more...
and then she quickly starts wiping letters off, moving them around, and somehow minimising the amount of text she has to remove. Random steps back to admire the replacement equation:
q = a + bi + cj + dk
Random: ...and it's a quaternion, but add four more...
she wipes off the letters and replaces the whole thing with a line of symbols in square brackets
Random: ...and it's a full octonion. Eight lined up, all neat and coefficient.
and she pirouettes to look at the middle board on her right, Same eight elements, same brackets, but bigger and neater, all in different colours, going from yellow to light blue via green and cyan
Random: Eight opponents sounds daunting, right? Tapout know I can do this... And I'm sure they've seen my notes and know what octionions are...
Or that they exist.
They have two important properties...
She writes 'non-associative' and 'non-commutative' below the pretty octonion
Random: They're non-associative. Nobody is a permanent ally in there. Naebdy's pals forever in a 9 way match. or an 8 way. It's nae pals all the way down to 3. Once it's an enclosed fight, it's even worse. Everybody turns on everybody in a complex plane. Seconds tick by and it just gets more and more inevitable...
she adds 'nae pals' beneath the 'non-associative'
Random: Who might turn on who first? Who turns on who last? Who gazumps who for a fall or something that sets the balance off... Is Kanyon still angry? Can he be focused? Will be work with a lonely goth or against? And what aboot...
...nah...
...who needs to go through every element and every combination of every size?
Have you any idea how many combinations that is?
It's 255.
Random: They're non-commutative. The order doesn't matter. Size of the dog, size of the fight, volume of the noise, none of them are relevant. In a complex plane, being a determinist counts for nothing...
oh no.
she cocks her head to the side to let the pun digest
Random: And that's why Tapout expect me to win this. It's one fall to a finish in there, no eliminations, no gauntlet, no luck and no fate.
Just the pure e l e g a n c e of what can come out of just happenstance...
...like a flash finish faerie kinda finish, the right kind of context and the right shift of body mass and... somebody's down for 3-plus-a-positive-number and that's it.
That's what Tapout know I can do. In the Annihilation Complex so much can happen, and it normally does. Most things happen... eventually... inevitably
cut back to the wider shot to show the screen filling up slowly with glowing dots, all converging in hue and becoming a dull neon mass. If you ran a chip shop that was open on wet Wednesday lunchtimes for the high school kids, the sign would be this colour, before it shrinks and vanishes to a faint afterglow in the centre.
Cut back to the close-up, where the octonion on the white board is surrounded by nine different coloured arrows
Random: We're all here from different places, and we've all seen each other. We've seen the real part, and this week is a slow build to showing the intangible bit. The bit that's no' strictly countable, but it counts. The essential stuff.
The Ethereal.
Influence from environment, and what we bring. Influenced by environment. What gets wins at home, what gets us there, and how that gets us to the X*Crown picture, somewhere, anywhere, even the fringes...
She trails off that thought to get somewhere more specific
Random: As long as there is an environment. DTF got in, got over and now it's gotten back out. There's still a legacy there. Jack Diamond invested, and it's up to the whole locker room to get a contract, get booked and show they were worth the attention.
GUNS is... I dunno? Dinosaur Bones the same. The other Vegas dice show sent Ozymandias, but Andrej Von Grapple's got the extra motivation. If he wins, he's got the X*Crown. If not, second question at the press conference is about what he did, and the third?
Who's about to sign him the week after?
And can he manage all those possibilities at the same time and still focus on getting me out of the way for long enough at the right moment?
Random sways softly, taking a break from talking, admiring her neatly inked notes.
Random: If he can do the maths, maybe there's a non-zero chance.
But he's just reaching out. He's not imposing himself.
He's not spreading the word. He's not trying to show that his technical purity is the only kind, the sole order. He's no James Raymond. Von Grapple's still showing who he is... Raymond? Quite fitting we've got near anagram styles to go with the near anagram names, but rigid order only goes so far with me.
In the sense that it's non-zero. It makes a walk down the pharmacy seem like halfway across the galaxy by comparison
A quick close-up as she looks down at the floor, if only to give her a second to compose herself. Her posture stiffens slightly...
Random: What is it with people that think being more technical, or grapply or being all Junior Heavy and throwing solid strikes means you have to be an absolutist anyway? beat We're no' all like that, honest!
she reaches out among the forest of junk, and retrieves a takeaway tea cup, casting the end of a string of paper butterflies aside
Random: It's a shame, but it's easy to develop a complex aboot these things. Get narrowed down to just one plan, one option...
...and it only takes a sip of tea for her to release and relax again, her voice becoming less urgent. And for a Glaswegian in front of a global audience, it's important to avoid that urgency
Random: Maybe it's a means to an end, like Ozymandias?
Low entropy, no conflict, all fate no luck. Perfect control and order over the whole world?
she stifles a chuckle, but lets a smile escape
Random: This is the universe though, it'll set aboot ye.
There's almost more entropy, more information you never knew, so many parts inter a c t i n g i n s o many ways, a fully complex system that's the most vulnerable to chance.
Ozymandias saw it last month, when the famous dice show went up against Tapout and lost.
There's always room for butterflies to dance and tip it. Assume you're getting a world with no butterflies, and that's just even more room.
Compound butterflies, dancing a beautiful cèilidh, and I'll be able to see the lot and pick my time. It only takes a planck time...
deliberately trailing off, she sways and looks at the desk, meandering to the right hand whiteboard. They've heard the thing about planck times before, as we cut to the wider shot. The screen showing a black and white corporate head shot of the guy who runs Tapout
Random: Have you ever thought who Cross Recoba could've sent instead?
A white question mark appears over the photo with a ping, and it fades into a murky, hazy collage of what might have been some Tapout action shots, before an AI got told to start looking for butterflies, then told to stop half way
Random: That's an interesting wee perspective... what if I'm not the best Tapout could've booked for this? What if I'm like only good enough?
They could've sent Sam Sawyer! or Jack Diamond! or Tommy if they can find him!
the screen starts to silently fill with question marks, becoming white and resolving into a blurry file manager window, with lots of... yeah these are programmer's text files. There's very little content in the filenames.
Random: Maybe that can be stats homework? Who else in Tapout could win this whole thing? I don't have time today, and anyway, how much space do you need for everybody's home records?
the overhead screen keeps resolving, the file manager really old fashioned, early 90s maybe? Filenames in caps and limited, the selected file called 'rmcc8w3l.tow'
Random: 8 and 3's more than enough for me
The file manager remains as we cut back to the closer shot, Random stepping back from the final board saying 'algebraic reduction'
Random: Never mind the files, the algebra's the thing. How does anybody start with a plan for eight opponents, in this Complex, on this night, and with all those combinations?
she adds 'square' and 'cancel' below
Random: But that's the beauty of complex maths. Just because you've got an i, doesn't leave you undefined. Work with that, and maybe it meets it's own opponent. An inverted version, and soon you don't need a value, they just... vanish.
I've never fought anybdy in this match before... I've seen and studied, same as always. There's always one or two that feel more familiar, even if we've never met.
There's one mind in there that might just be as organised as mine, maybe sitting slightly above where the average woman's is, like me, and maybe looking through the same adjusted eyes as me.
And we've never fought, never met before. But I'm almost certain Mistress Discipline's already got my number. beat it's 519.
She looks down sheepishly, then tries to move on
Random: And I've never fought a protogen before, that might be interesting. He's still got limbs, after all. Almost like everybody else.
But among that strength and processing power, and face graphics... how much of him is an OK Computer, and how much of him is a Paranoid Android? Is he prepared for this level of extreme human processing power?
No surprises she's making those references. Once you go a level deeper, you might enjoy them a bit more. Otherwise hit the airbag and play the exit music for a film.
Random: However you add this up, or divide it, all got here very roughly the same way, or thereabouts. And look, I'm no' explaining why we're not all created perfect equals... not again...
She rolls her eyes
Random: ...otherwise I'd miss stuff out. And I don't usually miss. I did in November, I missed out big. No' here. I can see where that title is in amongst the haze, and I know where it's coming from.
How can you not admire how Kilroy Evans has got where he is? Stuff works, and it doesn't always need a plan. Or skill. Just happenstance. Even if he keeps winning by fluke, that's nothing. That's somebody with a flow of some kind...
But he's running into his own octonion. And it'll be a lot of fun seeing what he just decides to try in the moment. Improv chain wrestling's fun, but where he'll succeed most
Slow pan out to show the big screen, showing six rows of seven stick figures, like someone's traced xkcd, but it's all armbars in different positions. The green one with the ponytail and the cubey hair tie has the grey one with short hair trapped. beneath the screen, Random casually switches between several pens, jotting tiny doodles on the final board
Random: ...is ending up where everybody ends up with me at some point. Maybe if you see any Tapout people after you can ask for aftercare advice?
It's worth a try, but that's no' gonnae be my business
Jarring cut back to the default shot, the right hand board now decorated with a dozen little butterflies
Random: My business is dealing with the whole eight at once, but only one fall to finish
and maybe, just maybe, a fear of the octonion eight isn't that real
She glares deep into the camera now, ready to sum herself up
Random: Once you get a hang of the algebra, the complex plane is easy to reduce. All those imaginary numbers square up fine. You get a real number, and all that's left is solid, inevitable reality.
Complexity cancels out, and the effects are like self-annihilation. Everything clean and fresh, like a good New Year. Open the windaes, let the bad out, let the good in and b a l a n c e...
Her eyes close softly, picturing the fine balance, sighing before she continues
Random: They talk about the Annihilation Complex being chaos, but I know chaos. And I know how people talk about chaos. And how fuzzy things can get and still be functionally predictable.
And from where I'm emerging, all that's left when you reduce everything down, and cancel out all the uncountables, is a very real vector for a floating, fantastical flash finish faerie-tale ending.
I just have to pick my spots, wanna guess which ones?
She smiles into the close-up, as the camera pans back, the large screen showing a blank end slide
Random: I'll take that X*Crown while you're all deciding
Slow pan out as Random glides around the desk, searching for her cup of tea and using her other hand to fidget with the string of butterflies. The big screen glitches to picture roll and a plain teal green, with white Helvetica text
ETHEREAL MATHEMATICS
module a56ec8f9fd1e96c38b17bb146a12c01f
lecture 50116bc8d774e7c76b38486877b06173
The Complex Plane
module a56ec8f9fd1e96c38b17bb146a12c01f
lecture 50116bc8d774e7c76b38486877b06173
The Complex Plane
Above the busy desk and the Ethereal Mathematician behind, are three three whiteboards. Two are blank, the middle has a row of neatly written... elements, we'll say, in square brackets. Carefully written in a range of inks ranging from yellows through green and cyan light blues
Random: There's views that we use, perspectives. Numerical and geometric. We need to count things, and shape them. Measure and compare them, in the most precise ways. Depending how we look and represent them
The bottom of the big screen flickers above her, switching slides. Annoyingly, there's no cut to a wide shot to show it.
She steps to the right side of the left board and writes awkwardly with her right hand, but all she writes is ℂ. ABlackboard bold C.
She pauses to admire, appearing like she's facing in two directions at once, but still cool. It's a fundamental pro-wrestling skill
Random: The Complex Plane is where the geometric can work like real numbers, and real numbers can exist as vectors, points in space. Acting like coordinates
Now we cut to a wide shot, showing the display flickering with little glowing points. Popping in and out of existence, faint trails bouncing between in an irregular grid of dull neon
Random: You can visualise where everybody is, how everything adds up, and what looks like the best choice, even in the most fleeting moments...
And I'm Tapout's bid for Supremacy...
Crash cut to a close-up of Random's face, almost looking like she might get really intense or angry, but...
nah. she idly shrugs, bobbing her shoulders into the frame
Random: ...they're no' betting on anything. They all know me too well...
cut back to the original shot, with the whiteboards showing. She writes "octonions" below the big ℂ, carefree as if the last shot never happened
Random: ...do you know what an octonion is?
It looks like a quaternion, but bigger...
She quickly adds a blackboard bold 𝕆 as she tilts her, knowing what the first response to this will be.
She writes 'quaternion' quickly, and adds an ℍ
Random: Take the square root of minus one
she casually adds a √-1 to the whiteboard
Random: It's got no real value. There's no properly countable number that works there, right?
So just call it i
an =i is appended to the √-1. she writes a fresh i on a line below, then switches colours to add an x before it
Random: ...and multiply it by any real number. Add another...
the xi swiftly receives a z= prefix and a + y suffix
Random: And you've got a complex number.
pause for breath, then she picks up the pace
Random: ...multiply that by a completely different root minus one...
the y is now followed by a j
Random: ...an expy i, but it's not an i... and maybe one more...
and then she quickly starts wiping letters off, moving them around, and somehow minimising the amount of text she has to remove. Random steps back to admire the replacement equation:
q = a + bi + cj + dk
Random: ...and it's a quaternion, but add four more...
she wipes off the letters and replaces the whole thing with a line of symbols in square brackets
[ x0z0 x1z1 x2z2 x3z3 x4z4 x5z5 x6z6 x7z7 ]
Random: ...and it's a full octonion. Eight lined up, all neat and coefficient.
and she pirouettes to look at the middle board on her right, Same eight elements, same brackets, but bigger and neater, all in different colours, going from yellow to light blue via green and cyan
Random: Eight opponents sounds daunting, right? Tapout know I can do this... And I'm sure they've seen my notes and know what octionions are...
Or that they exist.
They have two important properties...
She writes 'non-associative' and 'non-commutative' below the pretty octonion
Random: They're non-associative. Nobody is a permanent ally in there. Naebdy's pals forever in a 9 way match. or an 8 way. It's nae pals all the way down to 3. Once it's an enclosed fight, it's even worse. Everybody turns on everybody in a complex plane. Seconds tick by and it just gets more and more inevitable...
she adds 'nae pals' beneath the 'non-associative'
Random: Who might turn on who first? Who turns on who last? Who gazumps who for a fall or something that sets the balance off... Is Kanyon still angry? Can he be focused? Will be work with a lonely goth or against? And what aboot...
...nah...
...who needs to go through every element and every combination of every size?
Have you any idea how many combinations that is?
It's 255.
Random: They're non-commutative. The order doesn't matter. Size of the dog, size of the fight, volume of the noise, none of them are relevant. In a complex plane, being a determinist counts for nothing...
oh no.
she cocks her head to the side to let the pun digest
Random: And that's why Tapout expect me to win this. It's one fall to a finish in there, no eliminations, no gauntlet, no luck and no fate.
Just the pure e l e g a n c e of what can come out of just happenstance...
...like a flash finish faerie kinda finish, the right kind of context and the right shift of body mass and... somebody's down for 3-plus-a-positive-number and that's it.
That's what Tapout know I can do. In the Annihilation Complex so much can happen, and it normally does. Most things happen... eventually... inevitably
cut back to the wider shot to show the screen filling up slowly with glowing dots, all converging in hue and becoming a dull neon mass. If you ran a chip shop that was open on wet Wednesday lunchtimes for the high school kids, the sign would be this colour, before it shrinks and vanishes to a faint afterglow in the centre.
Cut back to the close-up, where the octonion on the white board is surrounded by nine different coloured arrows
Random: We're all here from different places, and we've all seen each other. We've seen the real part, and this week is a slow build to showing the intangible bit. The bit that's no' strictly countable, but it counts. The essential stuff.
The Ethereal.
Influence from environment, and what we bring. Influenced by environment. What gets wins at home, what gets us there, and how that gets us to the X*Crown picture, somewhere, anywhere, even the fringes...
She trails off that thought to get somewhere more specific
Random: As long as there is an environment. DTF got in, got over and now it's gotten back out. There's still a legacy there. Jack Diamond invested, and it's up to the whole locker room to get a contract, get booked and show they were worth the attention.
GUNS is... I dunno? Dinosaur Bones the same. The other Vegas dice show sent Ozymandias, but Andrej Von Grapple's got the extra motivation. If he wins, he's got the X*Crown. If not, second question at the press conference is about what he did, and the third?
Who's about to sign him the week after?
And can he manage all those possibilities at the same time and still focus on getting me out of the way for long enough at the right moment?
Random sways softly, taking a break from talking, admiring her neatly inked notes.
Random: If he can do the maths, maybe there's a non-zero chance.
But he's just reaching out. He's not imposing himself.
He's not spreading the word. He's not trying to show that his technical purity is the only kind, the sole order. He's no James Raymond. Von Grapple's still showing who he is... Raymond? Quite fitting we've got near anagram styles to go with the near anagram names, but rigid order only goes so far with me.
In the sense that it's non-zero. It makes a walk down the pharmacy seem like halfway across the galaxy by comparison
A quick close-up as she looks down at the floor, if only to give her a second to compose herself. Her posture stiffens slightly...
Random: What is it with people that think being more technical, or grapply or being all Junior Heavy and throwing solid strikes means you have to be an absolutist anyway? beat We're no' all like that, honest!
she reaches out among the forest of junk, and retrieves a takeaway tea cup, casting the end of a string of paper butterflies aside
Random: It's a shame, but it's easy to develop a complex aboot these things. Get narrowed down to just one plan, one option...
...and it only takes a sip of tea for her to release and relax again, her voice becoming less urgent. And for a Glaswegian in front of a global audience, it's important to avoid that urgency
Random: Maybe it's a means to an end, like Ozymandias?
Low entropy, no conflict, all fate no luck. Perfect control and order over the whole world?
she stifles a chuckle, but lets a smile escape
Random: This is the universe though, it'll set aboot ye.
There's almost more entropy, more information you never knew, so many parts inter a c t i n g i n s o many ways, a fully complex system that's the most vulnerable to chance.
Ozymandias saw it last month, when the famous dice show went up against Tapout and lost.
There's always room for butterflies to dance and tip it. Assume you're getting a world with no butterflies, and that's just even more room.
Compound butterflies, dancing a beautiful cèilidh, and I'll be able to see the lot and pick my time. It only takes a planck time...
deliberately trailing off, she sways and looks at the desk, meandering to the right hand whiteboard. They've heard the thing about planck times before, as we cut to the wider shot. The screen showing a black and white corporate head shot of the guy who runs Tapout
Random: Have you ever thought who Cross Recoba could've sent instead?
A white question mark appears over the photo with a ping, and it fades into a murky, hazy collage of what might have been some Tapout action shots, before an AI got told to start looking for butterflies, then told to stop half way
Random: That's an interesting wee perspective... what if I'm not the best Tapout could've booked for this? What if I'm like only good enough?
They could've sent Sam Sawyer! or Jack Diamond! or Tommy if they can find him!
the screen starts to silently fill with question marks, becoming white and resolving into a blurry file manager window, with lots of... yeah these are programmer's text files. There's very little content in the filenames.
Random: Maybe that can be stats homework? Who else in Tapout could win this whole thing? I don't have time today, and anyway, how much space do you need for everybody's home records?
the overhead screen keeps resolving, the file manager really old fashioned, early 90s maybe? Filenames in caps and limited, the selected file called 'rmcc8w3l.tow'
Random: 8 and 3's more than enough for me
The file manager remains as we cut back to the closer shot, Random stepping back from the final board saying 'algebraic reduction'
Random: Never mind the files, the algebra's the thing. How does anybody start with a plan for eight opponents, in this Complex, on this night, and with all those combinations?
she adds 'square' and 'cancel' below
Random: But that's the beauty of complex maths. Just because you've got an i, doesn't leave you undefined. Work with that, and maybe it meets it's own opponent. An inverted version, and soon you don't need a value, they just... vanish.
I've never fought anybdy in this match before... I've seen and studied, same as always. There's always one or two that feel more familiar, even if we've never met.
There's one mind in there that might just be as organised as mine, maybe sitting slightly above where the average woman's is, like me, and maybe looking through the same adjusted eyes as me.
And we've never fought, never met before. But I'm almost certain Mistress Discipline's already got my number. beat it's 519.
She looks down sheepishly, then tries to move on
Random: And I've never fought a protogen before, that might be interesting. He's still got limbs, after all. Almost like everybody else.
But among that strength and processing power, and face graphics... how much of him is an OK Computer, and how much of him is a Paranoid Android? Is he prepared for this level of extreme human processing power?
No surprises she's making those references. Once you go a level deeper, you might enjoy them a bit more. Otherwise hit the airbag and play the exit music for a film.
Random: However you add this up, or divide it, all got here very roughly the same way, or thereabouts. And look, I'm no' explaining why we're not all created perfect equals... not again...
She rolls her eyes
Random: ...otherwise I'd miss stuff out. And I don't usually miss. I did in November, I missed out big. No' here. I can see where that title is in amongst the haze, and I know where it's coming from.
How can you not admire how Kilroy Evans has got where he is? Stuff works, and it doesn't always need a plan. Or skill. Just happenstance. Even if he keeps winning by fluke, that's nothing. That's somebody with a flow of some kind...
But he's running into his own octonion. And it'll be a lot of fun seeing what he just decides to try in the moment. Improv chain wrestling's fun, but where he'll succeed most
Slow pan out to show the big screen, showing six rows of seven stick figures, like someone's traced xkcd, but it's all armbars in different positions. The green one with the ponytail and the cubey hair tie has the grey one with short hair trapped. beneath the screen, Random casually switches between several pens, jotting tiny doodles on the final board
Random: ...is ending up where everybody ends up with me at some point. Maybe if you see any Tapout people after you can ask for aftercare advice?
It's worth a try, but that's no' gonnae be my business
Jarring cut back to the default shot, the right hand board now decorated with a dozen little butterflies
Random: My business is dealing with the whole eight at once, but only one fall to finish
and maybe, just maybe, a fear of the octonion eight isn't that real
She glares deep into the camera now, ready to sum herself up
Random: Once you get a hang of the algebra, the complex plane is easy to reduce. All those imaginary numbers square up fine. You get a real number, and all that's left is solid, inevitable reality.
Complexity cancels out, and the effects are like self-annihilation. Everything clean and fresh, like a good New Year. Open the windaes, let the bad out, let the good in and b a l a n c e...
Her eyes close softly, picturing the fine balance, sighing before she continues
Random: They talk about the Annihilation Complex being chaos, but I know chaos. And I know how people talk about chaos. And how fuzzy things can get and still be functionally predictable.
And from where I'm emerging, all that's left when you reduce everything down, and cancel out all the uncountables, is a very real vector for a floating, fantastical flash finish faerie-tale ending.
I just have to pick my spots, wanna guess which ones?
She smiles into the close-up, as the camera pans back, the large screen showing a blank end slide
Random: I'll take that X*Crown while you're all deciding
Slow pan out as Random glides around the desk, searching for her cup of tea and using her other hand to fidget with the string of butterflies. The big screen glitches to picture roll and a plain teal green, with white Helvetica text
this is me when I'm dumbed down for the audience