Conference hall.
Sheldon Glashow's expression was very serious. He stared intently at the stage, his brow furrowed as he constantly thought, "Impossible, it's too coincidental, but also very perfect. The logic forms a closed loop."
"The mathematical framework he presents is entirely flawless, perfect to the extreme, like an artistic creation made from math..."
"How could such a perfect theory exist in the world? It shouldn't be possible. The overall analysis and point-to-point argument yield the same results..."
"But..."
"What if we step outside the framework?"
As Sheldon Glashow pondered, his eyes suddenly brightened. He took a deep breath, and his face again revealed a confident and disdainful smile, as he folded his arms once more.
Onstage.
