Sylvanna Devlin

As a message.

A stupid message that could get me killed but I’ll scream at the top of my lungs if I don’t.

I understand you need a mathematical mind who specializes in set theory.

My Dad is safe now.

And you tried brainwashing me seven times because mathematics is so natural to me I can breathe it without bothering with notation – though I should.

But not right now.

However my sister had dyscalcula you arseholes.

She was a linguist you stupid, stupid terrorists. She sucked at mathematics.

You tried brainwashing her hoping for a mathematician and your attempt destroyed my family.

Go drown in a well so dark you can’t see the light

I’m done pussyfooting about.

The entire modern world rests on probability’s theory that came out of a series of letters just because a mathematician was curious if you could predict the end of a game.

That kind of game theory you twits.

Nothing we do would have been possible without it.

You don’t get minds like that everywhere.

My father is the world’s top mathematician and I’m better at it than him.

I’m that good.

You don’t normally get someone like me – so capable of understanding literally everyone’s perspective I hope to try to facilitate communication- the new study the world is resting on.

Everyone thinks “I’m just like them” because I can adapt to anyone else but no one can adapt to me and I’m fed up.

None of you can unravel the world’s workings the way I do and I’m tired of you shitting on it.

What’s more.

I am so good (as good as my father) at presenting perspectives you understand it so well you thought everyone already knew that.

And maybe you did.

But I guarantee you couldn’t fucking explain it to someone else.

Communication is that powerful now.

I am the top mind in the fucking world and the bitch next door thinks calling me stupid will somehow make me obey.

Fuck you all.

No one is on my level so really there are more important qualities to have because otherwise I would have hidden out a lot longer ago.

And

The problem I have with people (when I do) is that I won’t say “how I really feel” or “what I really think”

One

That’s impossible no language is fast enough I can’t talk that fast and you wouldn’t understand anyway.

Two

I learnt at an early age no one is comfortable with my level of observation on them.

So no

I don’t say what I’m thinking

It’s too much, In too much detail, too quickly.