For my next Mystery Science Theater 3000 performance, it’s a Usenet rant. James S Harris was — possibly still is — a regular on sci.math, a group for just what you’d think. Like everyone who loves mathematics, he tried to solve Fermat’s Last Theorem. Like many people, he thought he had something; it’s not difficult to come up with work that looks like it should prove that thing about . Also like everyone taking that tack, including Fermat, he was wrong. He spent a lot of time arguing with the sci.math Actual Mathematicians about how no, maybe the whole of professional mathematics was wrong and not him.
As a sideline to his Fermat work, he thought he found a new scheme for factoring numbers. And spent a lot of time arguing with the sci.math Actual Mathematicians about how no, maybe the whole of professional mathematics was wrong and not him. So this is one piece of those many fights.
In the introduction sketch I imagine rattling apart a very fragile Tom Servo doll, one like the Crow T Robot that gets frozen to pieces in Eegah. I like writing sketches that have some visual action while staying something basic cable could produce in the 90s. The Izah fat evaporator was based on some similarly-named “make your muscles twitch so you lose weight” scam device I saw ads for in Singapore in the early 2000s. They were oddly hypnotic, showing this box put on various parts of the body while the singer chanted, “zap zap thigh, zap zap thigh, zap zap tummy, zap zap tummy”, and so on. The 17/23 Correlation is some weird conspiracy thing I know about because it got mentioned, and not explained, in The Straight Dope. The “such a Ratliff” that Pearl Forrester warns she has waiting was Stephen Ratliff’s story “Endeavor’s Beginning”, a group project to which I donated riffs. If it was ever finished and published I missed the news. Shame; I remember doing some good work on that. I think the “a kind of fish” line was originally one of Dave Barry’s jokes and forget from where.
[ OPENING CREDITS, SEASON TEN STYLE. ]
[ 1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… ]
[ SATELLITE OF LOVE. CROW, MIKE, and TOM SERVO are behind the desk. TOM has a bright yellow power brick-size contraption strapped to his chest; it has an oversized spiral paper disc in front. ]
CROW: [ Taunting ] Tom, you’re gonna die.
TOM: Am not.
MIKE: Gotta side with Crow. [ Looking up: ] Hi, everyone. Welcome back to the Satellite of Love, and, uh, Tom is worried about his figure.
TOM: My friends wouldn’t say anything, but I have been packing on a few too many pounds and I don’t have time for a good exercise program, so instead I got an Izah fat evaporator. By stimulating my many muscle groups in rhythmic oscillatory pulses I can shed pounds without any work.
CROW: He’s gonna die.
MIKE: Crow’s right, but hey, you want, you want.
TOM: Right! Fire me up to fitness, Mike!
[ MIKE touches a button on the brick; the paper wheel starts spinning. TOM rattles around like an unbalanced washing machine. TOM makes all sorts of aggedy-aggedy-aggedy and acking type noises, while pieces go flying off — his cap, his head, his skirt, his arms one at a time, the front of his barrel, and finally he collapses behind the desk. ]
CROW: Told you so!
MIKE: Crow, hush, that’s not very nice.
[ MIKE leans down and digs around on the floor. He picks up the small cylinder with TOM’s mouth on it. ]
TOM: [ Dazedly ] I … feel … … lithe.
[ MADS SIGN flashes. ]
MIKE: Aw, great, and now Pearl needs us … Hello down there …
[ MIKE hits the MADS SIGN with TOM, who goes ‘Ow!’. ]
[ CASTLE FORRESTER. PEARL, PROFESSOR BOBO, and OBSERVER are seated behind card tables covered with books, papers, scrawled notes, strangely marked globes, astrolabes, for that `stuff’ theme. A bare light on a long electrical wire hangs over their heads. BOBO and OBSERVER mutter their lines to each other. ]
BOBO: Federal Reserve …
OBSERVER: Opus Dei …
PEARL: [ To BOBO and OBSERVER, muttering ] Just, keep me posted.
[ To camera, boisterously ] All right, Nel-sonnnn … [ She drags out the ‘n’, thinking of a way to twist it, finally giving up with: ] N. I got to thinking: why go to all the hard work of taking over the world when I can just find the guys who *do* rule the world and take *them* over?
[ BOBO holds up a piece of paper with “17/23” written across it, which OBSERVER does not find interesting. ]
PEARL: So now I just have to find them, and by ‘I’ I mean ‘you’, so, get into that theater and tell me what this tells you about who’s ruling the world, got it?
OBSERVER: Heidi Klum …
BOBO: Goo goo ga joob.
PEARL: BRAIN GUY!
OBSERVER: Hup … one conspiracy in 35 millimeters, coming up.
[ BRAIN GUY noise. ]
PEARL: And you better get it right or I have *such* a Ratliff waiting.
[ SATELLITE OF LOVE. MIKE is trying out putting the gumball dome under TOM’s mouth, while CROW snickers. ]
TOM: This just feels funny.
[ MOVIE SIGN; ALL panic. ]
ALL: MOVIE SIGN!
[ INTO THE THEATER … 6… 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… ]
[ MIKE carries in just TOM’s mouthpiece, and hides it behind the chair. ]
> From: jst…@msn.com
CROW: Hail the Missin’com!
> Newsgroups: sci.math,alt.math.undergrad
MIKE: o/` old.math.river, that old.math.river … o/`
> Subject: JSH: So they lied
CROW: It happens.
> Lines: 109
CROW: Polygons: 28.
[ TOM, back to normal, emerges in silhouette. ]
> Message-ID: <1150354125….@g10g2000cwb.googlegroups.com>
TOM: It’s ten to one hundredth power of giddy, groupy fun!
> I first began to get a real grasp of the true situation when I was
> arguing about my prime counting function,
CROW: We’re … so very sorry for you.
> which is actually THE prime
> counting function,
MIKE: The prime counting function of the whole tri-city area!
> and after yet another useless argument on sci.math
> with some regulars, it occurred to me, they had to know.
TOM: How do you tell when an argument on Usenet is useless?
MIKE: It’s on Usenet?
> They had to know that what I had actually was different from what was
> previously known in key ways,
CROW: Like in its delightful lemony scent.
> but they were deliberately lying about
TOM: I confronted them. They denied it. Case closed.
> Now I have found a new factoring method.
MIKE: [ Mad science laughter ] Mwu-hu-ha-hA-HA-HA-HA-HAAA … huh?
> Literally trillions of dollars WILL move as a result, but for now, you
> can see the quiet as these people keep lying.
TOM: It was visible out there. Too, too visible.
> How is it possible?
MIKE: Can this mixed-up world be as zany as I hope?
> Mathematics is a difficult discipline.
CROW: And a worse toothpaste.
> Or you can say, math is hard.
TOM: But with a crunchy peanut buttery center.
> Most people shy away from it because it IS so hard,
MIKE: Others avoid it because they’re afraid a rogue
isosceles triangle will impale them.
> but a few people
> learned that while doing real mathematics was hard, LOOKING like you
> were doing real mathematics was easier.
TOM: Finally we learn why Sudoku has caught on!
> So they fake it.
MIKE: But they were caught when they identified the square root symbol as “a kind of fish”.
[ To continue … ]