Casper was feeling sick after so many surprises in such a short span of time. His eyes were still glazed, but tired. He barely knew what to do instead of fidgeting his fingers nonstop.
He looked at those calculations, trying to find something coherent on what The Forger did. However, everything was too complex for him. There were formulas and concepts that he has never seen before. For him, it seemed just a bunch of numbers without any meaning or reasoning behind it.
Nonetheless, Casper didn't discredit Wayland just for that. He knew that District 42 was faraway by miles from his other world in nearly all fields. Mathematics should be one of them.
Even Yanke was flying in front of the screen and analyzing those calculations, trying to find a logical pattern and rules behind it, but he was struggling with that.
"Are you implying that you made a... a prediction? I mean, you could foresee the future just doing these calculations?" He asked.
