wrong.
 
The scientist frowned. Mathematics doesn't exist to fulfill wishes, Norma. You must go through the steps and abide by the laws of the universe.
 
You mean the known laws of the universe, Savant. I simply wish to extend our thinking, stretch it and fold it back in on itself. I'm certain there are ways around the problem. Intuitive loopholes.
 
His expression seemed patronizing, perplexed but disbelieving. The mathematical theories we work with are often esoteric and difficult to grasp, but they always follow certain rules.
 
She turned, frustrated that he continued to doubt her. Blind adherence to rules allowed the creation of the thinking machines in the first place. Following the rules may prevent us from defeating our enemies. You said it yourself, Savant. We must look for alternatives.
 
Seizing a subject that interested him at last, he clasped his hands together, long sleeves draped over his knuckles. Indeed, Norma! I have completed my design work on the alloy-resonance generator, and the prototype is next.
 
Too preoccupied to be tactful with him, she shook her head. Your alloy-resonance generator won't work. I have studied your early designs exhaustively. I think it is fundamentally flawed.
 
Holtzman looked as if she had reached up and slapped him. I beg your pardon? I have been through all the work. The solvers have checked every step.
 
Distracted by her equation-filled crystal slate, she shrugged. Nevertheless, Savant, it is my opinion that your concept is not viable. Correct calculations are not always correct -- if based on faulty principles or invalid assumptions. Furrows formed on her brow as she finally noticed his crestfallen reaction. Why are you upset? You told me the purpose of science is to try ideas and dismiss them when they don't work.
 
Your objection has yet to be proven, he said, his voice brittle. Show me in my designs where I have made an error, please.
 
It's not so much an error as?