9:13,
Personal note:
When I was a little kid my mother told me not to stare into the sun.
So once when I was six, I did.
The doctors didnt know if my eyes would ever heal.
I was terrified, alone in that darkness.
Slowly daylight crept in through the bandages,
and I could see,
but something else had changed inside of me.
That day I had my first headache.

Jenna, come back here.
Max, Max, can I do it?
Jenna.
What's 322 times 491?
158,102. Right?
Right! OK, 73 divided by 22?
3.318...18...18...18...18...18...18.....

down...down.
You lied to me.
You have it?
OK, sit down.
I gave up before I pinpointed it, but my guess is that, er,
certain problems cause computers to get stuck in a loop.
The loop leads to meltdown, but just before they crash
they become aware of their own structure.
The computer has a sense of its own silicon nature
and it prints out its ingredients.
The computer becomes conscious?
In... In, er...some ways...
I guess.
Studying the pattern made Euclid conscious of itself.
It died spitting out the number.
Consciousness is the number?
No, Max. It's only a nasty bug.
It's more than that.
No. It's a dead end!
There's nothing there!
It's a door, Sol. A door.
A door to a cliff, you're driving yourself over the edge.
You need to stop.
You were afraid.
That's why you quit.
I got burnt.
Come on.
It caused my stroke!
That's bullshit! It's mathematics, numbers, ideas.
Mathematicians should go to the edge.
You taught me that.
It's death!
You can't tell me what it is.
You've retreated to your Go
and books and goldfish.
Max, go home.
You're not satisfied.
Go home. Get out...
I'm gonna see it!
Get out!
I'm gonna understand it.