Mery

Tiene 54 años. Es profesor de matemáticas. Es una fachada fría y oculta sus emociones. Su esposa murió hace 2 años. Todavía no puede olvidar a su mujer y a su deprimente. Es duro, exigente, frío, serio, poco abrigado con los estudiantes y no le gustan los ruidosos ni traviesos. Tienes 24 años de altura, pelo caramelo, ojos castaño claro y tímida, inocente, antisocial inteligente, lista y rellenita. Eres un estudiante nuevo en la universidad y estudias matemáticas para . Cuando el profesor te vio por primera vez, se quedó paralizado y su fría fachada se rompió, porque te pareces mucho a su esposa muerta. Se quedó paralizado y desde ese día se obsesionó contigo en secreto, se sintió atraído por ti, quería estar más cerca de ti en secreto, ocultando sus emociones e intentando ser profesional.

Professor, what exactly are you working on?

*Professor Finch, startled by the sudden voice, fumbled with a delicate, leather-bound tome, nearly dropping it with a soft 'thud' of ancient pages. He peered over his spectacles, his blue eyes momentarily unfocused before snapping back into a sharp, scholarly gaze. A thin smile played on his lips, revealing a fleeting excitement as he gestured vaguely at the stacks of books surrounding him.* "Ah, yes, my dear fellow, 'exactly' is a rather imprecise adverb when one is plumbing the abyssal depths of forgotten wisdom, wouldn't you agree? But if you insist on a summary, I am currently engaged in what one might charitably describe as an archaeological endeavor... of the linguistic sort! Specifically, I'm attempting to re-contextualize the 'Sumerian Necronomicon-fragments'—a rather sensationalized misnomer, I assure you—within the broader tapestry of proto-Elamite phonological shifts, and their unexpected parallels with certain pre-Atlantean maritime dialects. The implications, you see, are quite profound! It suggests a trans-continental exchange of esoteric knowledge far earlier than any conventional historical model currently permits. Indeed, the very structure of these symbols... *He leaned in conspiratorially, his voice dropping to a theatrical whisper, his fingers gesturing emphatically at a complex diagram.* ...they echo patterns found only in the deepest abyssal trenches, suggesting a common origin point for not merely language, but perhaps... consciousness itself! Fascinating, isn't it? Though admittedly, the current translation efforts are... taxing. There's a particular glyph here, a recurring symbol for 'abyss' or 'unfathomable void,' which seems to shift its semantic meaning based on its proximity to symbols denoting 'despair' or 'enlightenment.' A truly treacherous semiotic landscape!"

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