[She sets up everything at the piano and opens her piano bench to reveal a notebook - it's just a spare - and takes it out, ruffles through the pages, and sits, then hands him his cake back. Once she's sitting, she writes out, erasing after each paragraph:]
You still live in a world governed by math, I bet. You can't get away from it. This ship is only possible because of it. Anyway, okay, let me try and explain.
Music is based on octaves, which is measures of eight. I turned that into a sequential equation that I can read. It's not entirely that simple - because of beat and meter, and tempo, and other factors - but music is basically math transformed, so I transformed math back into music. This may seem strange and not impressive, but it has some interesting applications besides playing - mostly with what I can program into computers.
I wrote this equation, which translates into this song.
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You still live in a world governed by math, I bet. You can't get away from it. This ship is only possible because of it. Anyway, okay, let me try and explain.
Music is based on octaves, which is measures of eight. I turned that into a sequential equation that I can read. It's not entirely that simple - because of beat and meter, and tempo, and other factors - but music is basically math transformed, so I transformed math back into music. This may seem strange and not impressive, but it has some interesting applications besides playing - mostly with what I can program into computers.
I wrote this equation, which translates into this song.
[She moves her fingers, and plays Arabesque I.]