Whitzz/544K-RP-Datasets huggingface dataset:
Thread: Legacy of the Witch House (TheCorsair and Xanaphia)

Well, that looks like a promising one. Chewing on his pen, he stared at the burning green image on his computer screen - four interlocking circles that created a design faintly resembling the head of a goat. Wow. Its churning out some batshit insanity tonight. A grin. Bet my followers will love it. He clicked the save image as command, named it devilgoat.jpg , and saved it to his desktop. A few more close cis pulled up Instagram. All 46... no, wait, 47 of them. With the image uploaded and published, Pete - Dr. Peter Jae Ahn professionally, PJ to his family - leaned back in his chair and yawned and stretched and contemplated coffee. His walls were a clutter of sky charts and shelves crammed with books, and two posters one displaying a Mandelbrot man and the other showing relative sizes of real and fictional starships. His desk, by contrast, was surprisingly neat. Just a coffee mug empty, displaying a stick figure proclaiming itself a sexy, shoeless god of war, his laptop, three toy Daleks, and a small globe of the moon floating between magnets. A quick glance at his phone confirmed that, if he hustled, hed have just enough time to drink a cup of coffee before his 830 class. Astronomy 101, bane of the new tenured Professor. Then he noticed the Outlook alert. Better look, he sighed. In case theres a meeting or something. He read it, blinked in surprise, and read it again. It was from a Dr. Rebels-Perez in the History department, contacting him about trianglemoon.jpg . Why? Because she had seen almost the exact same image in a 17th century witchcraft trial court document. And shed included a scan as well! Chewing on his pen again, coffee forgotten, he began typing a reply. From Ahn, Peter J. peter.ahnmiskatonic.edu To Rebelo-Perez, Marta marta.rebeloperezmiskatonic.edu Subject trianglemoon.jpg Dear Dr. Rebelo-Perez, No, that image isnt computer-generated art. All of the images like that are generated by feeding a set of equations attempting to describe the structure of space-time into a graphics rendering program. As far as I can tell, its just a really unusual coincidence. Out of curiosity, do you have any others diagrams that match up with my renderings? Clicking send, he snapped the laptop shut. Probably not, he uttered grabbing his mug. Still just enough time to grab some coffee, and his students would understand. Most of them would have their own anyway.
Thread: Legacy of the Witch House (TheCorsair and Xanaphia)

Four hours of lectures, an hour long staff meeting, and forty-five minutes with a struggling freshman later, Pete had largely forgotten about the email hed received. Which made the reply a delightful surprise as he read it - particularly the scans of the two magic circles. That has to be a coincidence, he murmured as he stared at them. And it did, right? Curious, he opened a new program and - with some effort and a little swearing - overlaid the renderings on the magic circles. Damn, he breathed. They werent just similar. Sure, he had to resize and rotate the renderings, but they matched up. Perfectly. After a moment, he pulled up Outlook. From Ahn, Peter J. peter.ahnmiskatonic.edu To Rebelo-Perez, Marta marta.rebeloperezmiskatonic.edu Subject re trianglemoon.jpg That is absolutely weird! I have no idea how or why these match up, but I would love to talk about it. Do you have some time this evening? We could- His stomach rumbled, reminding him that hed skipped lunch. Again. And by now the coffee stand in the lobby would be closed, so there was no real hope of finding anything resembling real food. Or... wait. The vending machines on the third floor! Ten minutes later he was back at his desk, hunched over a microwaved Cup Noodles and a Coke. The toy Daleks seemed to stare at him judgementally as he slurped up the faintly chicken flavored pasta. Hey! he told them. Its kinda like real food! Swigging down some soda, he pulled the laptop over and returned to the email. -grab dinner. My last class is finished at 630! today, so Id be available after that. How about Greens? He tapped send, and picked up the Cup Noodles with a sigh of regret. I need to make better life choices, he told himself, sipping the lukewarm broth and chewing on a partially rehydrated orange cube that no doubt told itself every morning it was a real carrot. Then a thought struck him, and he pulled up the History Departments faculty list. Well hell, he murmured, staring at the picture of Dr Rubelo-Perez . You are not what I was expecting. Hed assumed older and stockier, not his age and cute. There was a knock at his door, and the silhouette of a student in the frosted glass. Hurriedly, he downed the rest of his makeshift lunch. Come in!
Thread: Legacy of the Witch House (TheCorsair and Xanaphia)

Omelet? Thomas, Dean of History asked as she pulled her lunch from the microwave in the social studies lounge. Marta laughed, nervously imagining that he could read her hopeless pining in the simple act of eating leftover breakfast for lunch. Well, the eggs were going bad so I had to cook them up. The lie fell easily from her lips, as easily as the lies she told herself about her own wellbeing. Two classes and two office hours spent painstakingly analyzing and critiquing a thesis went out the window, and Nkendi was on her mind again. Dammit, this time next week she wouldnt have any time to mope over what could have been, because shed been neck deep in mid-terms to grade. Her phones alert tone got her hopes up, but it was just her sister, Lena, inviting her out to dinner to meet the new boyfriend, Jeff. Shed already had enough of Jeff, when Lena had sent over YouTube videos, gushing over how smart and skeptical he was. Marta had stomached precisely one and a half of his conspiracy theory videos before swearing off spending any time with the man. She tried not to be offended that Lena equated one of his hour-long ramble sessions with the peer-reviewed essays Marta spent months on. Luckily, the email shed gotten from Dr. Ahn gave her a great excuse to get out of it, even if she did have to fudge the details a bit. Sorry Lena, I have a date tonight. Immediately upon sending the text, she regretted it, sighing against the barrage of texts that arrived in response. Pushing aside the phone, and ignoring the insistent buzzing, she typed out a response to Dr. Ahn. From Rebelo-Perez, Marta marta.rebeloperezmiskatonic.edu To Ahn, Peter J. peter.ahnmiskatonic.edu Subject re trianglemoon.jpg Dear Dr. Ahn My last class wraps up at 7, so I could meet at 730 at Greens. I look forward to getting to the bottom of this. By the time shed finished up her response to Dr. Ahn, there were four texts waiting for her. A date? With who? Do I know her? Where did you meet? When can I meet her? Knowing it wouldnt stop until she responded, Marta tapped out a quick response. Just a colleague, it isnt serious. And hes a guy. A guy? You like men again? Marta rolled her eyes at that. IDK, Ill let you know tomorrow. That ought to buy her an evening of peace.
Thread: Legacy of the Witch House (TheCorsair and Xanaphia)

From Ahn, Peter J. peter.ahnmiskatonic.edu To Rebelo-Perez, Marta marta.rebeloperezmiskatonic.edu Subject re trianglemoon.jpg 730 works. Ill see you there. Pete stared at the screen, feeling unaccountably nervous. It wasnt like he was going on a date or anything, not that hed had one recently anyway. But it wasnt a date. It was just two University professors, meeting to talk about an unexpected parallel in their research. Thats all. He was just meeting a fellow professor. A cute fellow professor. Im an idiot, he groaned, laying his head in his desk. There was a knock at his office door, before it swung slightly open. Hey, Pete, greeted Dr. Michael Brown , you hitting the gym tonight? Nope, he answered, looking up. Evening class, and then a dinner meeting. Ah. That sucks. He shook his head. Dont forget we have the game coming up on Saturday. I havent forgotten, Pete assured him, still wondering how hed been roped into the departmental basketball team. Ill be there. -- Greens was busy, full of people and the buzz of conversation and the background noise of four televisions playing four different channels of ESPN. Occasionally, a click of pool balls could be heard. Overall, it was an ambiance that made Pete glad hed taken the time to change into something a little more casual. Slacks and a polo shirt were dressy enough here, let alone the suits he wore to class. Hey, prof! his waitress smiled after he grabbed a small table near the back, want to get started with some drinks? A Sea Belt Scitch ale, he answered, digging his laptop out of his messenger bag. And Ill need two menus - Im meeting someone.
Thread: Legacy of the Witch House (TheCorsair and Xanaphia)

You are not going to think about Nkendi at dinner, Marta instructed herself, taking one last look in the review view mirror in the parking lot of Greens. The reflection looking back at her seemed unconvinced. Gathering up the briefcase that doubled as a purse, Marta headed for the restaurant. Heels clicked along the pavement, not hurrying precisely, but conscientious of her pace. 730 had cut closer than she expected, and she was still wearing the white, button-down blouse and brown pencil skirt shed been teaching in all day. The restaurant was crowded, but she still managed to pick her companion out from across the room. He too saw her, nodding in acknowledgment to her small wave as she made her way to him. He was still the handsome man whod inspired her to investigate his social media to see if there was any point in pursuing him, and since she hadnt concluded either way in that inquiry, she tried not to fixate on it. If nothing else it should be interesting to find the intersection of history and astrophysics, outside of Copernicus and Galileo. Thanks again for meeting with me, Dr Ahn, she greeted, extending a firm handshake. Her words carried a slight, yet persistent, accent, her native Spanish brushing against the vowels. Taking the seat across from him, she began immediately taking files out of her briefcase. So, I looked into the specific case a little deeper, and I found more records from after her trial. Apparently, she scrawled even more diagrams on the floor and walls and of cell. I havent checked to see if these match up to any of your images, but I thought we could review it together? She handed over two photocopied pages, each containing three images. While he looked over the diagram, she picked up the menu and looked it over. By the time the waitress returned with his drink, she was ready to order. Ill take the Providence Select IPA with a Bleu-Cheese burger, with a side of avocado, please.
Thread: Legacy of the Witch House (TheCorsair and Xanaphia)

Pete tried not to stare when he spotted Dr. Rebelo-Perez weaving through the crowd, but it was hard . The staff photo hed seen had made her look cute and kind of nerdy. Her current outfit, although strictly professional, kicked that up a few notches to sexy. Or was that just him? He hadnt had much of a social life since moving to Arkham, after all. But he tried hard not to stare as he rise and shook her hand. Thanks again for meeting with me, Dr Ahn, she said, taking a seat and opening her briefcase. Thank you for contacting me, he replied, taking his seat as well. Im, uhm, really curious about the coincidences you found. You just dont see things like that, not normally. He paused as she stared xtracted a Manila folder. Any ideas on where to start? She slid the folder over. So, I looked into the specific case a little deeper, and I found more records from after her trial. Her trial? He opened the folder, glancing at the top image. This would be the Goode Brown you mentioned in your email? Apparently, Dr. Rebelo-Perez continued, she scrawled even more diagrams on the floor and walls and of cell. I havent checked to see if these match up to any of your images, but I thought we could review it together? He spread the three images out. These are the images? Hm. Let me check. Waking up his laptop, he began searching through the images hed posted on his feed. No, he finally said, I dont... At that moment, their waitress returned. Marie, he recalled, finally placing her. Shed been in his PHYS 330 Oscillations, Waves, and General Relativity course last semester. Good student, too - managed a high B in a challenging course. Are you ready to order? she asked. Yes. Turkey club on a croissant, lightly toasted... he glanced at his bottle. And another Sea Belt. Dr. Rebelo-Perez ordered in turn, and Marie headed back towards the kitchen as he turned his attention back towards the screen. The closest image I have to any of these is this one, he finally said, scooting his chair partway around the table and angling the laptop so she could see. Mandela , I called this one. As she looked at it, he picked up the three images shed brought and flipped through them again. It doesnt surprise me that I dont have other exact matches, though. I generally only post the renderings that really interest me. There are a lot more that get modeled. He sipped his beer. See, my research is trying to model spacetime as an 11-dimensional Calabi-Yau n-fold, and then using that model to make predictions about fine and gross cosmological structures that will allow us to unify classical and quantum physics. He grinned as he sipped his beer. The sort of thing that gets you a Nobel, if it actually works. The bottle clicked as he sat it down. The renderings are, in an extremely simplistic sense, a two-dimensional representation of what spacetime would - and I use the term advisedly here - look like at a specific point from outside. He pulled up the original images shed sent, with the spiderwebs and devilgoat overlays. Honestly, if these didnt match so perfectly, I might have written the whole thing off as a coincidence.
Thread: Legacy of the Witch House (TheCorsair and Xanaphia)

Dr. Ahn beamed as he explained his research, simplifying it without dumbing it down. His passion was intoxicating. Well, his passion and his cologne, the clean scent wafting over as he scooted closer. She tried not to follow those thoughts, those temptations to drink deep of his fragrance and bite along that strong jawline. But the fact he could manage smart enough to go over her head, without being patronizing or condescending to her, was incredibly sexy. Nobel Prize? Ambitious, she acknowledged with a nodded and a sip of her drink. Now, how does that correlate to M-Brane and string theory? Is that outdated now, or The questions were cut off by the arrival of their dinner, and their own hectic attempts to clear a space on the increasing crowded table for their plates. With the natural lull in the conversation, Marta maneuvered to her own topic of expertise. I was actually researching how accusations of witchcraft have stifled scientific thought in woman between the 15th and 17th centuries. So many victims of the witch trials were midwives or practitioners of natural and herbal medicine. I had originally overlooked this Goode Brown because there is no record of her execution. Upon closer inspection, perhaps her diagrams are an example of sacred geometry, and seeking mathematical patterns in nature. A few more bites gave Dr. Ahn a chance to respond. Maybe it was just a coincidence. Even if the woman had been an astronomy genius, it seemed impossible that shed calculated using math that hadnt been invented yet to prove unity between competing theories that also hadnt been invented yet. Quantum physics wasnt even a hundred years old, after all. Dr. Ahn would likely be able to figure out if her data points and numbers had been lucky chance, or some advanced numerical calculations. These are from copies of her writing found in her home, but its mostly numbers and gibberish. She pulled out the small book from her briefcase, flipping through pages before finding the relevant one. So It seems like she used this string of numbers to create these diagrams. Like I said in my email, I know this one is Fibonaccis sequence, but I cant place the significance of the others. Handing him the book, she returned to her burger.
Thread: Legacy of the Witch House (TheCorsair and Xanaphia)

Dr. Rebelo-Perez leaned in a little as she explained her own research, giving him a glimpse of cleavage that he found it difficult not to stare at. So he concentrated on her face, watching her lips move as she spoke. Which led to wondering what shed taste like, and that didnt help. Upon closer inspection, she finished, perhaps her diagrams are an example of sacred geometry, and seeking mathematical patterns in nature. Im hardly an expert on that, he said carefully, but I thought sacred geometry revolves around the golden ratio, not... he tapped a print-out, not multi-vector calculus. In response she drew a small book from her briefcase and pages through it. These are from copies of her writing found in her home, but its mostly numbers and gibberish. A pause as she located the page, and he used it to take a bite of his sandwich. So It seems like she used this string of numbers to create these diagrams. Like I said in my email, I know this one is Fibonaccis sequence, but I cant place the significance of the others. He took the book, struggling to ignore the tingle as his fingers brushed hers. Yeah, thats the Fibonacci sequence he agreed, pursing his lips. But the rest of these..? He frowned. Theyre grouped in patterns of four.... Frowning now, he grabbed one of the magic circles Dr. Rebelo-Perez has printed out and laid it on the book next to the numbers. There are symbols here, he said. Worked into the design..... A chill seemed to go through him as he rotated the page. My God. Holding the notebook open with one hand, he began rapidly working the laptop with the other. These could be tuples, he said, bringing up a program and tapping numbers in. Which means if we feed them into my program, they should... Food forgotten he stared at the screen, eyes widening as he watched a pattern develop. My God... he whispered, then turned the laptop so she could se the screen. On it burned a familiar pattern in multiple colors, pulsing slightly. Theyre an initial condition state. He grabbed his beer and killed it. Hang on, he murmured, chair kegs scraping the floor as he shifted closer to her, trying to let her watch as he worked the mouse and entered more numbers and commands. So if we then run it through the Ehrenrest theorem... The screen blanked for several seconds, and then lines of polychromatic light sketched arcs and lines. Fuck. Me, he breathed, manners and professional decorum lost as he stared at the result . What. The. Fuck?
Thread: Legacy of the Witch House (TheCorsair and Xanaphia)

Marta watched Dr. Ahn work, wishing she had a stronger grasp of Calculus. Shed taken it as an undergrad, before shed decided on a major, and passed barely, but that was over a decade ago. She knew enough to know that STEM wasnt for her. Still watching him work, watching him put the pieces together was intriguing, even if she didnt understand the fine details. But, that was why she reached out, wasnt it? To consult with an expert on the subject? I have so many questions. She laughed, washing down her burger with the last swig of beer. So, these equations are an attempt to map space-time and unify astrophysics with quantum physics, right? Did you develop them? I dont see any equations in her writings, so I have no idea how she calculated these figures. She flashed an awkward smile, aware she was out of her depth. Slipping further out of her depth as he scooted closer to her, and his warmth and scent caressed her senses. Please please dont sound like an idiot in from of him. Marta though for a second. Goode Brown was a Puritan woman in 17th century Providence. Her education would have consisted of reading and writing, and simple arithmetic. Not even basic algebra, and certainly nothing approaching multi-vector calculus. Where did these numbers come from, and how was she able to translate them into diagrams? Pushing aside her empty plate, she made more room for his laptop and scooted even closer, to get a good look at the developing shape. As it stands, Goode Brown was able to utilize advanced calculus to diagram and create models of space-time in the same century that Copernicus theorized an elliptical planetary orbit. Turning, and suddenly cognizant of how close Dr. Ahn was, she laughed away her nerves. Maybe she was a witch.
Thread: Legacy of the Witch House (TheCorsair and Xanaphia)

I have so many questions, Dr. Rebelo-Perez laughed, sounding a tiuch nervous as she stared at the tendered image. Yeah, Pete replied, reaching blindly for his beer, unable to tear his gaze away. So, she asked scooting her own chair around to get a better look, these equations are an attempt to map space-time and unify astrophysics with quantum physics, right? Did you develop them? Most of it is standard model physics and quantum physics equations, he replied, acutely aware of her presence. She was close enough now that he could feel the warmth of her body. Some of the unification equations are my original work, and some of it derives from the incomplete doctoral thesis of Walter Gillmsn. He shifted a little in his seat, and felt suddenly awkward as his thigh brushed hers. She didnt seem to notice. I dont see any equations in her writings, so I have no idea how she calculated these figures. Im... not sure. He grabbed one of her scans, pointing out the symbols drawn in them. These are... I dont know. Arabic, maybe? But the patterns are suggestive of equations,. He frowned, looking from the paper to the screen and back. Like, like someone trying... trying to write an equation without.... He shook his head. I... dont know. Dr. Rebelo-Perez began explaining who Goode Brown was, and although it was interesting it just added to his confusion about the results in his screen. As it stands, she concluded, Goode Brown was able to utilize advanced calculus to diagram and create models of space-time in the same century that Copernicus theorized an elliptical planetary orbit. Thats about the size of it, he agreed slowly. Its too close for coincidence, crazy as it sounds. He turned to look at her, and found himself staring right into her brown eyes. He was close enough to smell the beer in her breath, and he found himself wondering how she would taste. And then the moment passed with nervous laughter as both of them drew back a little. Maybe she was a witch. Maybe, he agreed. Or a once in a thousand years genius. He glanced back at the screen. What... why did she draw these on a prison wall? Do you have more of them?