She said yes.
Missy stared. "So… you're shrinking Star Trek?" young sheldon s06e09 x265
Sheldon paused. That was the question his one-minute speech needed to answer. He couldn't just say because entropy reduction fascinates me . Normal people didn't find entropy reduction fascinating. Normal people found butterflies fascinating. Butterflies were inefficient. She said yes
That night, Sheldon sat alone in his room, the Star Trek tape rewound. He realized that compressing a story—his story—into one minute had required a different kind of algorithm: not one for pixels, but for people. He had to identify the essential data (the potato joke, the cookie analogy) and discard the rest (entropy, Fourier transforms, his disdain for oatmeal). That was the question his one-minute speech needed to answer
In his bedroom, which doubled as a laboratory for theoretical physics and the occasional ant farm, Sheldon had rigged two VCRs, a clunky IBM PS/1, and a bootleg copy of Star Trek: The Next Generation recorded off a satellite feed. He was testing how much visual data could be discarded without ruining Captain Picard’s bald head.