"It seemed this could also be viewed through idealism."
Wanda looked at the blue speck in the distance, then at the Celestial behind her that was digesting the Crimson Gem. She rubbed her nose.
"No matter how many people are packed into a ball, as long as the Observer is at the right distance, they won't look like a group of people to him. They'll look like a single tiny pixel. That makes them unique, so many can also be one."
Doom understood as well. He still preferred to consider problems from a Mage's perspective. Folding his arms, he said, "Then we're at the critical point now—the exact point where positive infinity can be regarded as one."
"Ahhhh! Sennsei, stop talking! Stop!" Deadpool suddenly clutched his head and rolled around on the ground, looking utterly miserable. "My head's about to explode! You're explaining this stuff to a brain cancer patient and tempting me to think along with you—don't you think that's cruel? I only have an elementary school dropout's level of education. Can't you say something I can understand?"
"I can."
Deathstroke tossed the boy a box of Chocolate Frogs as a reward, then looked at his disappointing cousin and slowly shook his head, wearing the expression of someone frustrated by a failure to live up to expectations.
Did Su Ming understand it himself? Honestly, he had not understood Franklin's algorithm either. He only knew it involved calculating a limit. He did understand Wanda's idealist explanation, though. Still, he had not thrown a tantrum while clutching his head.
"Then tell me, Cousin. I want to hear your dark explanation, something simple and easy to understand." Deadpool climbed back up and pulled out his own stash from his pants pocket: half a Mexican burrito he had apparently left over from some