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Because of the “divine” properties attributed to the Golden Ratio, mathematician Clifford A. Pickover suggested that we should refer to that point as “the Eye of God.”
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The Golden Ratio: The Story of Phi, the World’s Most Astonishing Number
Mario Livio (B.1945)
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Graphic - Carmen Mansilla Martín (B.1962)
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oooh … another picture from the folder ~
this is my favorite picture … although it’s not dinosaurs, but at least something0@soundwaveweek 2020- reconnection; three unconnected drabbles
Soundwave resists the urge to ping Cosmos for yet another status update. The hours drag on, his self-imposed duties deeply uninteresting. He tilts his visor from its reflection in the dimming glass of the ‘pad on top of the stack- there is nothing to be gained by forcing productivity, when a few moments would allow him the focus necessary to continue. Soundwave sips his fuel and studies his desk’s surface, waits. A moment, now, until the prearranged time Cosmos was to call- ah. The shuttle was early. As he accepts the comm, Soundwave finds himself not minding in the least.
Across the universe, Ravage watches him calmly through the vidcall, and he finds himself missing his old cassette even more deeply than before, were it possible. There are faint sounds from Ravage’s end of the call- a scuffle just beyond the hab door. The mechs aboard the Lost Light were… strange, so a cry of “Pickle Rick” is baffling but unsurprising. Ravage’s voice is amused. “You know, most mechs wouldn’t so much be surprised at the ‘courting an Autobot’ bit as much as which Autobot. Prowl, Soundwave, really?” Soundwave lifts a single digit, points it at the screen. “Be silent.”
Prowl holds optic contact to visor band, doorwings very nearly relaxed. Soundwave watches him silently, the only sound the soft static fuzzing the vidcall. He mentally cycles through options- ask about Cosmos, ask about Prowl, ask about their projected arrival- Prowl drags him from his consideration with a rev of his engine. “We will be back at the station in the next cycle or so. That is, of course,” and here the Autobot’s voice turns droll, “We are no longer welcome.” Soundwave ignores the aside- Prowl and Cosmos are always welcome, and they know. “I will meet you on arrival.”
3soundwave week day 5: “Reconnection”
There’s a ghost living in the Acid Wastes. Cosmos and Prowl go to investigate.
Some prowlcoswave angst for the soul! Watch for grief/mourning, temporary character death. An au of the prowlcoswave au. ao3 link in source!
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