Yag'Dhul, the Givin homeworld, April 1, 21 BBY.
"...Your equation is incorrect, General Ling. Based on Zero-Modal Probability Theory, the answer to this formula is a random distribution model containing 372 digits, yet you calculated only 370. A difference of two digits will cause the entire mathematical model to collapse. You simply cannot obtain the correct answer." A Givin pointed at the screen as he spoke.
The Givin were a highly unique species. Their bones grew on the outside of their bodies, wrapped in a layer of tough, dry skin. They had no hair at all and looked like mummies. This unusual structure allowed them to seal every opening in their bodies and maintain stable internal pressure.
Although their appearance made them resemble the ghosts from Scream, it was extremely effective. Over the long years of evolution in the Three-Body system of Yag'Dhul, they had developed this unique physiology. It allowed their bodies to withstand high temperatures and pressures, and even survive in a vacuum for an entire day.
"So the result I got was wrong?" Ling Liang let out a long breath, pushed away the computer in front of her, and rubbed her forehead.
She was not wearing the general's uniform of the Fourth Civilization Army at the moment—although she currently commanded an interstellar fleet, her official military designation still belonged to the army.
She wore a casual t-shirt, her lovely hair tied into a loose ponytail behind her head. Rather than a general commanding dozens of kilometer-long warships and an army of over a million, she looked more like a beautiful woman working out at a gym.
"If you aspire to become a glorious mathematician, your computational ability is still far from sufficient. Furthermore, I do not believe this is an appropriate stage for you to directly study