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Complex Numbers
Complex Numbers
A complex number is expressed in the standard form a + bi, where a and b are real numbers and i is defined by i^2 = -1 (that is, i is the square root of -1). For example, 3 + 2i is a complex number.
The bi term is often referred to as an imaginary number (though this may be misleading, as it is no more "imaginary" than the symbolic abstractions we know as the "real" numbers). Thus, every complex number has a real part, a, and an imaginary part, bi.
Complex numbers are often represented on a graph known as the "complex plane," where the horizontal axis represents the infinity of real numbers, and the vertical axis represents the infinity of imaginary numbers. Thus, each complex number has a unique representation on the complex plane: some closer to real; others, more imaginary. If a = b, the number is equal parts real and imaginary.
Very simple transformations applied to numbers in the complex plane can lead to fractal structures of enormous intricacy and astonishing beauty.
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Normally, writing a letter to a 15-year-old would get me put on a List somewhere.
PROMPT July 21st
Write a letter to your fifteen-year-old self.
But, I suppose since it's me, I should be safe.
Dear Shit-For-Brains,
Don't take it personally. Every fifteen-year-old has shit for brains.
I suppose I could warn you about some things that are coming up, but then you'd avoid them and I wouldn't be me. Besides, you're fifteen and you won't listen anyway.
Just you do you and everything will turn out okay, until it doesn't.
You will be shocked to know that you live (at least) almost halfway into your fifties. Don't let that go to your head.
Speaking of heads, despite what everyone's telling you, you won't go bald before you're 30. In fact, our hair is currently longer than it's ever been. I could tell you why, but you wouldn't believe me.
They finally finished Star Wars. So there's that to look forward to. Eh... sort of.
When you read this, it's 1981, and you think Ronald Reagan is the worst possible president. That's cute.
Oooh. Music is going to suck for the next 12 years. Except for Springsteen, of course.
Yes, it's now 2020. You're expecting flying cars, underwater cities, and missions to other star systems. What you'll get is secret police, mass surveillance, and -- you're really not going to believe this one -- we haven't even been back to the moon.
We have a few robots on Mars, though, and they haven't enslaved us yet.
Oh, and whatever you do, don't ***CENSORED BY ORDER OF TIME POLICE***
Say hi to Mom and Dad for me.
Regards,
Shit-For-Brains
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