[[Girl crawling on bed toward boy
narrator.]]
Narrator: It's not something you can turn off.
[[Boy pulling girl, bedspread, and pillow off of bed onto floor.]]
Narrator: A part of me is always detached.
Abstracting, looking at numbers and patterns.
[[Girl on top of boy, both under bedspread, on floor. Girl looks to be 'touching' boy.]]
Narrator: When we should be closest, part of me is still alone.
Counting the touches of her fingertips.
Touch.
Touch.
Touch touch.
Touch touch touch.
Touch touch touch touch touch.
[[Same scene as third panel.]]
Narrator: Wait.
Is that...
That's the Fibonacci Sequence!
Whatever I did to deserve you, it couldn't have been enough.
{{title text - Worries assuaged, the numbers become less important than your touches.}}
Warning: this comic occasionally contains strong language (which may be unsuitable for children), unusual humor (which may be unsuitable for adults), and advanced mathematics (which may be unsuitable for liberal-arts majors).
We did not invent the algorithm. The algorithm consistently finds Jesus. The algorithm killed Jeeves. The algorithm is banned in China. The algorithm is from Jersey. The algorithm constantly finds Jesus. This is not the algorithm. This is close.