I always hoped that you would stop posting here on /sci/. That you'd go outside, play a sport, find a girlfriend. I have this fantasy, you see. That one friday night I would be out on the town and stop by this little bar and grab a pint, and I'd see you there with a 5/10. I'd recognize you by the white board full of remedial math equations, your blatant autism and neckbeard, and the Physics of the Future book peaking from your satchel. You wouldn't say anything to me, nor I to you, but we'd both know... that you'd moved on. Instead you sit in your damned cave trying to prove that .999... =/= 1, arguing about how much a sandwich is if it costs $1 + half its original price and how Who Wants to Be a Millionaire? is just a game of luck.