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Complex Numbers
Complex Numbers
A complex number is expressed in the standard form a + bi, where a and b are real numbers and i is defined by i^2 = -1 (that is, i is the square root of -1). For example, 3 + 2i is a complex number.
The bi term is often referred to as an imaginary number (though this may be misleading, as it is no more "imaginary" than the symbolic abstractions we know as the "real" numbers). Thus, every complex number has a real part, a, and an imaginary part, bi.
Complex numbers are often represented on a graph known as the "complex plane," where the horizontal axis represents the infinity of real numbers, and the vertical axis represents the infinity of imaginary numbers. Thus, each complex number has a unique representation on the complex plane: some closer to real; others, more imaginary. If a = b, the number is equal parts real and imaginary.
Very simple transformations applied to numbers in the complex plane can lead to fractal structures of enormous intricacy and astonishing beauty.
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My wife wants a robot.
No, not for that. I haven't been replaced by a machine yet. Or, well, maybe I have; her friends have been holding a lot of schtupperware parties lately. But specifically, she wants a robot she saw that travels around the house, cleaning it.
Now, overlooking for the moment the years of therapy our cats will have to endure if we actually get this little slice of science fiction, glossing over the price (which, really, is probably comparable to an Oreck vacuum cleaner), and even forgetting for the moment how this little gadget confirms my theory that if necessity is the mother of invention, laziness is the milkman... aside from all that, there's something fundamentally wrong here:
There exists a household cleaning robot, and I still don't have my flying car.
I was promised a flying car. It was right there at the 1939 World's Fair: Flying Cars are the Future. Not that I was there, you understand. My mother was, though. Her entire family was shaped by the thing. Then her brother went off to WWII... one of these days I'm going to do a literary comparison between the unbounded optimism of the 1939 World's Fair and my uncle's liberation of Dachau a few short years later... but I digress. Point is, how come she gets a household robot, and I'm still stuck driving a vehicle that never leaves the ground (except maybe when I'm being chased by Roscoe P. Coltrane)?
http://www.popularmechanics.com/blogs/automotive_news/4215922.html
Oh. That's why.
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