No, she has to understand...

"Look, Crystal," you say, "we can't just fuck and expect the world to change. I mean, how many people do you think have groaned 'oh, God,' when having sex and nothing happened? It's ridiculous to imagine that we could change the world by shouting out two plus two equals four while doing it."

Crystal gets off your lap, corks the wine bottle, and gestures to the floor. "I'll get you some blankets. You can spend the night here but you'll have to find someplace else after. And... really, I don't know that I can help you with this project. Call me and let me know if there's anything specific you're looking for. Otherwise I'm going to be pretty busy job-hunting."

"But--"

"Obviously I'm not your type, Mike. You don't have to pretend for my sake. But I'm a big girl. I can get over my silly crush and move on, okay. So, don't worry about me."

You move to the indicated spot on the floor and she covers you with a blanket. "Night, Crystal," you say.

"Yeah, sure."

You're pretty sure you screwed up but you're not quite sure how. I mean, without the language framework Anna and Mara are working on, just randomly shouting out math phrases is unlikely to do anything and if it did, the likelihood that the results would be positive are close to zero. You'd think a person with the programming experience and education Crystal has would know that.

Obviously there's something here that you don't understand.

Crap.

And you really thought you were going to get lucky tonight.

Crap.

(This is a bad ending. I suggest you go back and make another choice.)