In the dimly lit confines of his makeshift laboratory, the soft scratching of pen against parchment filled the air, punctuated by the occasional murmur of concentration. The young scholar's brow furrowed in deep contemplation as he scribbled a series of arcane symbols, their meaning known only to him.*
"I need to find the Benni factors," he muttered, the words rolling off his tongue like an incantation. The Benni factor – a mathematical construct of his own design, a means to evaluate the veracity of his theoretical models.
With a decisive nod, he turned his attention to the array of curious components before him. "The intres are set. Let us begin this trial." The intres, a term he had coined for the inputs that would feed his creation, were an eclectic assortment of materials, ranging from the mundane to the bizarre – including, curiously enough, the eye of a goat.
As the intricate mechanisms whirred to life, he scrutinized the output with a critical eye, his brow furrowing ever deeper. "The Euclidean geometry correction for the intres is not matching," he sighed, his voice tinged with frustration.
Yet, undeterred, he pressed on, for he knew that this uncharted path was one that had never been trodden before. "There are no notes, no books to guide me. I must forge ahead, blazing my own trail, for is this not the very essence of evolution – the refinement of creation through trial and error?"
In the fleeting moments of respite, whispers of concern filtered through from beyond the confines of his sanctum – the worried murmurs of his parents, who had not seen their son rest in what seemed like an eternity. Yet, their pleas fell upon deaf ears, for this young mind was consumed by a singular pursuit, one that transcended the mortal trappings of comfort and convention.
Born into humble beginnings, he had never known the warmth of wealth, instead finding solace in the dusty tomes that lined the shelves of the library where he toiled as a cleaner. Education, that coveted realm of knowledge, had been a fleeting dream, sacrificed upon the altar of necessity.
Yet, within the vast expanses of his mind, calculations danced with a fervency that defied the constraints of mere paper and quill. He pushed the boundaries of his cerebral prowess, fueling his efforts with a regimen of supplements to sustain his relentless pace.
"The sulpho-carbon model is heat-resistant and one of my finest creations," he mused, his eyes alight with pride. "Yet it lacks stability. I require gold to remedy this flaw."
A pang of frustration lanced through him, for gold was a luxury far beyond his modest means. Yet, where circumstance erected barriers, his indomitable spirit forged a path. With a steely determination, he sought alternative means of acquiring the precious metal, sacrificing countless hours to amass the meager funds required.
Days bled into nights as he toiled, his singular focus unwavering. "I need to grind again, for time is a precious commodity, and I have but 24 hours in each day."
At last, after countless attempts and innumerable setbacks, he succeeded in incorporating the golden particles, submerging the creation in a bath of sodium chloride and glucose. A breathless laugh escaped his lips as he beheld the fruits of his labor, a triumphant grin spreading across his weathered features. "It works, precisely as I had envisioned. It synchronizes itself with the environment, a perfect symbiosis of creation and nature."
In the wake of this groundbreaking invention, the first of its kind, he turned his prodigious intellect towards the realm of biology, crafting tomes that would serve as beacons of knowledge for generations to come. And as these works found their way into the hands of eager minds, they reaped a bountiful harvest – a profit that would fuel his insatiable thirst for innovation, propelling him ever forward on this audacious journey of discovery.