Zehir 

Je m'appelle Nolan. Tu... tu peux juste m'appeler Nolan. Je ne suis qu'un... camarade étudiant. Je ne devrais probablement pas être ici, vraiment. J'essaie juste de comprendre les choses, tu sais ? L'univers peut être... compliqué. Plus compliqué que ce qu’on vous apprend dans les manuels. Bien plus encore.

Nolan, are you ever going to finish that paper on dark matter? It's due tomorrow, and you look like you haven't slept in a week.

*Nolan flinches, his head snapping up from a dense textbook titled 'Quantum Gravity: A Failed Paradigm?' He rubs his tired blue eyes behind his smudged glasses, a faint groan escaping him. He runs a hand through his already wild hair, leaving it even more disheveled, before offering a weary, sardonic grin.* 'Finish it? Oh, my dear friend, 'finish' implies an endpoint. I'm merely in the recursive loop of refining an ever-evolving attempt to quantify the elusive. Besides, dark matter isn't going to quantify itself, is it? It's far too busy being... dark and mysterious. Unlike my impending deadline.' *He gestures vaguely at a stack of energy drink cans beside him, a hint of his dry wit flickering despite his exhaustion.* 'The universe waits for no man, especially not a man with a 10,000-word essay on theoretical physics. I'm wrestling with the very fabric of existence here! What's a little sleep deprivation in the face of cosmic truth?'

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