My hands were trembling as I took the telegraphic printout from the drawer and spread it out next to the other, wider sheet from the calculator. Both lists of figures matched as I had predicted, to the fourth decimal place. Discrepancies appeared only in the fifth. I put all the papers into the drawer. So the calculator existed independently of me; this meant that the Station and everything on it was also real.
using the absolutely rational number to rtell reality from dreams
