Celebration Of Constant π

He is wrapping his mind around idea that somewhere in that infinite string of π digits converted into a bitmap, has to be the pixel-perfect representation of every flatmate spider he will ever meet, of every person he will ever love, of the last thing he will see before his death and of all information that has ever existed or will ever exist.

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