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October 1st, 2005
01:45 am
See, eventually there's going to be a world competition of Sudoku, with every newspaper in the world running the same puzzle every day.
And there's going to be this guy in the suburbs who's really, really good at it. Makes his living at it, in fact (as I recall).
Except he finds out that he's not really solving a Sudoku puzzle at all. He's solving where the Martians are going to launch their rockets.
And the world is made of little slips of paper after that...
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Hah! I was referring to a story that I think was by Philip K. Dick, although I don't remember the title.
Thanks for the compliment, though, it's greatly appreciated. Yeah! |
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