361 divided by 64. It couldn't be reduced. It was an ugly, irrational number in its decimal form, stretching out endlessly. It was a glitch in the code of the cosmos. An error that had been patched over with a black disc.

He leaned into the eyepiece.

If seen in a puzzle or test: [ \sqrt{\frac{361}{64}} = \frac{19}{8} ] or solving (x^2 = 361/64) yields (x = \pm 19/8).

At first, he saw nothing. Just the familiar, static canvas of the cosmos. He waited, letting his eyes adjust to the circular frame. And then, he saw it.

[ \frac{361}{64} = \frac{19^2}{8^2} = \left(\frac{19}{8}\right)^2 ]

Three hundred and sixty-one.

He had spent years trying to solve the equation of the object’s orbit. It moved against the flow of the galaxy, a salmon swimming upstream against the current of gravity. He looked at the fraction again.