Chapter XL. Deterministic Algorithms

In his lavish office, sitting in his chair, his body toward the window, an old man at the end of his eighties, in perfect physical and mental health.

With a history full of achievements, a mind littered with secrets and ideas, thirty years in intelligence work, and another thirty here, he deservedly deserved to be the Grand Master in the Alpha headquarters on the island of Malta, the most secret headquarters in the world, containing its most dangerous secrets.

The officer entered the office and addressed his words to a gray-haired head

-Something is wrong with the algorithms, sir, they do not work as they should.

That is what drives them crazy, the greatest minds on earth, they inherited its greatest secrets, deterministic algorithms, or were deterministic, until the moment of Baibars.

No one understands how it works, something the Templars found in Jerusalem during the Crusades of 1099 to 1187, inherited from them by another secret community, which took them hundreds of years to understand the mechanism of its currency, and hundreds of years later to transform it into algorithms, which they call deterministic algorithms, whose secret remained a secret until the first anomaly appeared.

Very accurate, and more sensitive, predicts with amazing accuracy, not only weather, earthquakes, and volcanoes, but what is more dangerous than the stock market, stock market, point prices, and bird migration.

Deterministic algorithms, predict humans themselves, they could predict everything with amazing accuracy.

Every system is hypersensitive to initial states…

If we had two kids of the same sex, born on the same day, hour, minute, second, and at the same moment, and even if they were similar in name and the names of the father and mother up to the tenth grandfather, in two different countries, they would be two different systems.

Horoscopes will show the same expectations about them! In that simple! they both browse the horoscope column in the morning, to get the same predictions, and advice!

What a madness! And what an absurdity!

What about the weather and its fluctuations during the course of their lives? A word heard by the first and not heard by the second? Something one of them learned at a different age?

If the weather has such an extreme sensitivity to the initial cases, then the sensitivity of humans must be greater, for one word may turn all expectations upside down.

As for algorithms, they are not predictions, nor some kind of magic, nor reading stars and horoscopes, nor any of the superstitions, but rather they are something else, more scientific than all our sciences. Just give them the basic information, and once they have identified what is required, follow it, they put into your hands the identity that it does not know about itself, in the form of graphs on the imaginary timeline, its feelings, attitudes, psychological fluctuations, thoughts, everything about it, with astonishing accuracy, as well as general expectations. They have predicted everything accurately, not just human emotions, though these are the most serious things that they have presented.

Before they could connect them in the form of supercomputer systems, they were giving results, in a primitive way, as if they were a magic crystal from the centuries of darkness, they soon discovered that magic does not exist in them, but rather they are a crystal made of a huge number of tiny optical fibers, made of a material that there is no equal to it on earth.

Somehow, they kept inside them all the cosmic events, everything, from the motions of galaxies, and explosions, to the flapping of the wings of a butterfly, linked together by non-mathematical equations, something we do not know, incomprehensible symbols, they could not decipher, but they were able to interpret their sequence of results as algorithms.

One thing they can be certain of about their internal equations is that they did not notice any zero in them, nor anything that points to.

They expected everything, except Baibars.

They got him wrong a lot, something different about him, an incomprehensible anomaly, the algorithms do not work with him!

They used primitive methods, and it turned out that the defect was not in the algorithms, but in the crystal itself.

Its problem is that it is very over-sensitive to initial states, as is the whole universe. You simply cannot change anything unless you are certain of the effect afterward, and you certainly cannot kill the anomaly, not before you know the chain of events resulting from that action, and you cannot know unless you first understand it.

This morning his psychiatric session, the last stage of the series of admission tests at Alpha Headquarters, ended.

Tomorrow the result is either success or death.

But she decided to celebrate early, or perhaps one last satanic night with him.

In the evening, he licked the wine off her body, on candlelight and the music of the mystery, poured more of it over her, a cloud of smoke filled the place, their rituals in bed became like this, or so are the rituals of Satan.

What may be his last night in this world will not be wasted in his painful reality, remember Khadija, what a poor woman, perhaps she is thinking about him now, worried about him, praying to God for his deliverance, and return.

He remembered her mother, Istanbul, Taksim Square, their first meeting, her laughter, the purity of her eyes, the kindness of her heart, her smile, her modesty, her shyness, her pride, her humility.

He drank more, as he never did before, trying to forget her, for tonight there is only Katrina with her body covered in wine between his arms.

He said: My love, my baby, and my pampered princess, you are my second half, with which I complete and shine.

He added after a long kiss on her lips: The legend says that God created us with two heads, four legs, and four hands. And when we disobeyed him, he decided to punish us, so we were divided into two halves, and since then each half has been searching for its second half, and if it finds it, it fuses with it into a state of perfection, which is called love.

-Baby, do you see me as your second half?

Yes, whenever I look at people while I am with you, I see them looking at me, unusually radiant, and without you, I do not feel any interest from them, just a passerby, and the reason is that I am complete and radiant with you.

-After his fifth cup, he began to lose his body, staggered over her, and looked into her eyes: I love you, I left everything for you, for the sake of one kiss from those lips.

He drank his sixth cup at once.

She said: The drunk always tells the truth.

-He said: I love you, this sincerity and there is no sincerity after it, I will go with you to the end, to where you will take me.

She said while he intoxicated her with love and ecstasy: So am I, and the drunk never lies.

Katrina was their way to enter him but turned out to be his mean to enter them.

He probed their secrets, understood their algorithms, understood his anomalies, and stole their most precious jewels.

A random epic, whose events are scattered across the fabric of time in the moment of Baibars.