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THE ZANNA FUNCTION

had nished walking around the classroom and returned to
the stage.
“Now listen up, everyone,” the teacher said. “You’re all doing
quite well, which is absolutely marvelous for the rst day. Sadly,
I’m going to have to let you go soon, but I’m just going to leave
you with this to ponder over.”
e spyglass hanging from her hip jostled and then shot
up out of its holster. Dr. Fitzie sketched another theoretical
cube and made her spyglass crumple and reform into a cube
of gleaming brass, with circular glass windows on each of its
six sides.
“Two cubes,” she said, holding them out for everyone to
see. “What is the dierence between them? What are all the
dierences between them? It is, in a way, what you have come
here to study. What makes this cube”—and she lifted the the-
oretical one—“dierent from this one?” She lifted the real one.
e class was silent, and she winked. “I’ll give you a hint.
Functions. Many, many functions.”

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