94. The formula

Lucas, sitting by Adrian's bedside with a thoughtful frown, turned his attention to the desk littered with papers. The strange formulas Adrian had written during his trance were still an enigma. He picked up the sheets and left the room, encountering Isaac in the hallway.

Isaac raised an eyebrow, noting the intensity in Lucas's expression. "What's wrong now?"

Lucas handed him the papers. "Adrian wrote these during his... abnormal state. Do you recognize any of this? It seems mathematical or technical, but it's way beyond my understanding."

Isaac glanced through the sheets, squinting at the intricate symbols and equations. His brow furrowed. "I'm not a mathematical genius or a cyber expert," he admitted. "This looks like gibberish to me." He handed the papers back to Lucas with a shrug.

Frustrated, Lucas pressed. "There has to be someone who can decipher this. Adrian's condition might depend on it."