The Fire Alarm
"So this is it," Stewart finished typing the dissertation. He unrolled the last piece of paper from the roller knob and placed it face down on the table beside him.
Martha took the typed copy and began to check it back on the chair. "Wow, you really did well on the typing job."
She bit her nails while she read the rest of the paper.
Stewart rested for a while.
"As you typed it, What do you think about my work?" Martha asked.
Stewart stretched his hands. "I thought its only my hands that would harden as I typed it; well, I almost had a brain seizure and nosebleed reading the matrices. I mean, I can't even pass algebra, but you wrote the matrix computation like simple arithmetic. I am impressed. If you asked me if I understand a thing, well, my answer is a big fat no. Go figure."
"Sorry, I can teach you some advanced math if you need it. But, have you had any idea of the implication?"
Stewart yawned. "What is that?"