The despondent professor watched
her students file out of the classroom. When the last one disappeared
into the hallway crowd, she turned to the scrawled equations on the
blackboard, arms crossed.
Big
O notation, algorithmic complexity. As far as ultimate lessons go, she
thought, she could’ve done much worse. Her eyes followed the
mathematical expressions downward to their beautiful conclusions. She
sighed, wiped the board clean.
Marinne sat down, stooped over her desk, when a gentle knock came on the door frame.
