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I stopped reading early, when the article said that in the 1970s one big relational database did everything.

In fact, relational databases did nothing in the 1970s. They didn't even exist yet in commercial form.

My first prediction as an analyst from 1982 onwards was that "index-based" DBMS would take over from linked-list DBMS and flat files. (That was meant to cover both inverted-list and relational systems; I expected inverted-list DBMS to outperform relational ones for longer than they did.)


Robert Heinlein's "... And he built a crooked house" is both hilarious and mathematical, although perhaps in different parts of the same story.

https://homepages.math.uic.edu/~kauffman/CrookedHouse.pdf


Like many classic science fiction "novels", including Foundation, Poul Anderson's Operation Chaos is really a collection of linked novellas.

The last one has the hero and heroine recruiting the spirit of Lobachevsky to help them recover their daughter from non-Euclidean hell.


Mathematical fiction is tough, because of the problems with "mathematical counterfactuals". Why not go with mathematical poetry instead? There are nice sections of same in the Clifton Fadiman anthologies. The first of these is also from The Space Child's Mother Goose. (All from memory, so please pardon any errors.)

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Three jolly sailors from Blandon-on-Tyne

Went to sea in a bottle by Klein

They found the view exceedingly dull

For the sea was entirely contained in the hull.

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There was a young lady named Bright

Who traveled much faster than light

She departed one day

In a relative way

And returned the previous night.

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There once was a fencer named Fisk

Whose movements were agile and brisk

So quick was his action

The Lorentz contraction

Diminished his sword to a disk.

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(There's also a bawdy version of that somewhere, referring to a different "sword".)


My favorite:

"Very well. Let's have a love poem, lyrical, pastoral, and expressed in the language of pure mathematics. Tensor algebra mainly, with a little topology and higher calculus, if need be. But with feeling, you understand, and in the cybernetic spirit."

"Love and tensor algebra? Have you taken leave of your senses?" Trurl began, but stopped, for his electronic bard was already declaiming:

Come, let us hasten to a higher plane,

Where dyads tread the fairy fields of Venn,

Their indices bedecked from one to n,

Commingled in an endless Markov chain!

Come, every frustrum longs to be a cone,

And every vector dreams of matrices.

Hark to the gentle gradient of the breeze:

It whispers of a more ergodic zone.

In Riemann, Hilbert or in Banach space

Let superscripts and subscripts go their ways.

Our asymptotes no longer out of phase,

We shall encounter, counting, face to face.

I'll grant thee random access to my heart,

Thou'lt tell me all the constants of thy love;

And so we two shall all love's lemmas prove,

And in our bound partition never part.

For what did Cauchy know, or Christoffel,

Or Fourier, or any Boole or Euler,

Wielding their compasses, their pens and rulers,

Of thy supernal sinusoidal spell?

Cancel me not - for what then shall remain?

Abscissas some mantissas, modules, modes,

A root or two, a torus and a node

The inverse of my verse, a null domain.

Ellipse of bliss, converge, O lips divine!

The product of our scalars is defined!

Cyberiad draws nigh, and the skew mind

Cuts capers like a happy haversine.

I see the eigenvalue in thine eye,

I hear the tender tensor in thy sigh.

Bernoulli would have been content to die,

Had he but known such a^2 cos 2 phi!

   -- Cyberiad. Stanislaw Lem

I'd completely forgotten that one!!

I just recall the (non-mathematical) poem about the haircut.

Certainly that section generally comes more to mind these days in the age of LLMs ..


I'd push back. Starship Troopers can be argued to be about political science or the like, but there's nothing about the reasoning that's inherently mathematical.

Where I'm more on the fence are about works that rely strongly on mathematical physics, like Poul Anderson's Tau Zero, or the parts of Pohl's Gateway series that most explicitly refer to black holes. I'd still say those are not "mathematical fiction", but at least it's close.


That's where I'd start. If memory serves, Fantasia Mathematica was the first/best one.

And at least one of the recommended works -- The Devil and Simon Flagg -- is anthologize there.


There's a simple constructive proof using high-school level thinking. ... Two different reals have different decimal expansions. Go out far enough that they differ. Since this is about intuition, let's just assume the larger one is positive and irrational, and thus has an infinitely long expansion. Since the truncation has a finitely long decimal expansion, it's rational. And it's between the two original reals. Q.E.D. ... A full proof for all cases can be built similarly.


It doesn't break my brain that there's a rational between any two reals; it breaks my brain that this doesn't imply equivalent sizes between the reals and the rationals.


My first step would be to note that 13,857 is divisible by 7 if and only if 1385 is. But yes, my second step would be a lot like yours, in my case subtracting from 1400.


A standard problem with dev tools is that they're obsolete before they're ever mature.

What is mean is that by the time NewTool that fills a gap doing X really well catches up with the YZ that older tools have long experience handling, EvenNewerTool handles E better than NewTool does.

I don't have any knowledge of the specifics here, but at first guess I doubt something security-focused would be an exception to that rule.


Hashicorp tools have been industry standard for many many years.

They just used to be free and open source.


Yeah, see almost every "configuration management" tool aside from Ansible that promptly got made irrelevant for the majority of users once containerization hit the scene.


And of course:

What's purple and commutes?

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An Abelian grape


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