The Evolution of Genius: Every Night, I Get Smarter!

Oliv and I reached the hotel designated for attendees of the ceremony.

It was a coincidence, but at the entrance, I encountered Terence Tao engaged in conversation with another professor. Spotting me, he extended an invitation for coffee once I finished unpacking.

It was late afternoon, the perfect time for coffee. I told him that I would come together with Oliv.

We unpacked our suitcases and went downstairs.

When Terence Tao noticed us, he automatically approached us along with an older man who had gray hair on the sides.

"This is Professor Luis Caffarelli," Terence introduced him.

"Ah! The previous winner of the Abel Prize, a pleasure to meet you, Professor," I said, extending my hand.

"Maximillian Sullivan. Nice to meet you," he smiled and then turned to Olivia, "May I know your name?"

Oliv smiled, "Ah, yes, Olivia Sparrow."

Soon we found ourselves at a table.

I turned to Professor Caffarelli, "Your work on regularity theory for nonlinear partial differential equations is really significant Professor. I have no doubts that it will help in fluid dynamics."

"Thank you," he responded humbly, "but it’s nothing compared to the importance of prime numbers generation. I am certain that you will receive the award this year."

Oliv looked at Caffarelli, saying "Professor, when I was studying partial differentials, I went through your work. I had plans to go in the same direction."

"Do you also study mathematics?" he asked.

"Yes. Maybe I’m not a genius like Max, but I try my best," she smiled.

"In that case, I invite you to Austin, Texas, anytime. I conduct open lectures on differentials.", Caffarelli extended the invitation.

Terence Tao, sipping his coffee, jumped in, "So, Max, do you still remember what you told me back at Imperial College London?"

"Of course. Do you think I would’ve pursued fusion if not for that? Without it, I wouldn’t have the chance for such an energetically ambitious project," I replied.

Terence Tao, intrigued, continued the conversation, "Lately I have seen your work on Quantum Physics, are you looking for something? Do you already have plans for it? Can you achieve it solely with the monopoles?"

I responded thoughtfully, "Yes and no. Monopoles are important, but to change the physical constants for energy transfer... I’m looking for an additional element. I want to alter reality pretty much. But monopoles were a great start"

Terence Tao contemplated for a second and asked, "Will you give a lecture tomorrow, during the Abel Lectures, Max?"

"I’m only here to listen."

"Also to give an award speech.", Terence added.

"Cough!", I gave him a death stare. I guess there were no secrets.

Caffarelli looked at me and said, "The winner needs to give a lecture, you know?"

Terence said, "Hey. Everyone knows that Abel Price is yours. There’s no doubt about it. They wouldn’t give this reward to anyone else."

There was really no suspense.

Together with Oliv, we spent all evening wandering around the University of Oslo campus and then had dinner at a local restaurant.

The next morning, I changed into a suit, Oliv wore an elegant dress and we left our room.

Downstairs, the hotel was now filled with many big names who were attending this conference. Everyone had been researching for a year. Now they had the place to talk about it with other world-class mathematicians.

They held the ceremony at the conference hall at the University.

We found a seat at a table near the front of the conference hall. As we settled into the chair, I noticed Oliv, now in a better light. She was dressed in a stunning red gown.

The dress revealed some of her legs and shoulders, giving her an elegant and attractive look.

The table was nicely set, with white linens and polished silverware, creating a pleasant atmosphere. Conversations buzzed around us as we waited for the Abel Prize ceremony to begin.

A hush fell over the crowd as a man dressed in an elegant suit stepped onto the stage in front of me.

Adjusting the microphone to his height, he flashed a warm smile at the audience, "Ladies and gentlemen, distinguished guests, and fellow lovers of all things math,"

"As we gather here tonight, it is my distinct pleasure to welcome you to the Abel Prize ceremony, an event that not only celebrates the beauty of mathematics but also honors exceptional minds who’ve left an unignorable mark on this field in the past year."

He gestured toward the backdrop adorned with the Abel Prize insignia, "Let us share the passion for the limitless possibilities of mathematics. Without further ado, let the celebration commence!"

With that, he gracefully stepped aside, and the room erupted in applause, signaling the official start of the Abel Prize ceremony.

All eyes were now fixed on the stage, ready to witness the recognition of outstanding contributions to the world of mathematics.

As the applause subsided, a distinguished woman made her way to the stage. Her presence exuded both confidence and admiration. Adjusting the microphone to her liking, she began, "Good evening, everyone! What a joyous occasion it is to be here tonight, surrounded by bright minds."

Before delving into the Abel Price laureate, she took a moment to reflect on the outstanding contributions of the previous year and made honorary mentions of the mathematicians.

"We appreciate the brilliance that graced us last year. We extend our sincere gratitude to those who made extraordinary strides in the field."

With a slight pause, she continued, "Now, the moment we’ve all been waiting for. We have a pioneer in our midst, someone who began with exploring mathematical analysis and, over the course of the year, took a daring leap into Number Theory."

Some knowing laughter escaped the audience as she built up to the big reveal. "This individual has not only proven the Goldbachain Kernel Lemma and the long-standing Goldbach Conjecture. They’ve tackled the question that has lingered in the minds of every Number Theory expert, deemed unbreakable—until now."

The woman on stage leaned in, capturing the audience’s undivided attention.

"Ladies and gentlemen, tonight, we celebrate the remarkable achievements of a mathematician who needs no introduction. A visionary mind, a relentless explorer, the one who has proven the Riemann Conjecture to be true—please join me in applauding the incredible Maximillian Sullivan!"

The hall exploded in an electric applause!

Thunderous applause!

Everyone acknowledged my groundbreaking contributions.

Claps resounded like a pulsating heartbeat. A standing ovation, a standing ovation exclusively for me.

Oliv patted me on the back and I rose from my seat. Step by step. The applause followed me all the way to the stage.

But the ovation did not stop—it intensified.

Taking a deep breath, I leaned into the microphone. I uttered two simple words, "Thank you."

The applause slowly subsided, and the hall became quiet. Tonight was not just a moment for brevity; it was an opportunity to express gratitude.

"Thank you," I began, my voice carrying a mix of humility and joy. "I stand here not alone. First and foremost, I owe a debt of gratitude to Professor Milik from MIT, whose guidance and wisdom have been instrumental to me."

A smile graced my face as I continued, "To my beautiful girlfriend, Olivia, a constant source of strength and encouragement, thank you for being with me at the time."

The room held a collective warmth as I extended my appreciation, "To my friends, Alex and Rick. it’s amazing how passion can lead to breakthroughs, and I’m grateful for the shared moments of discovery."

Turning my attention to the broader mathematical community, I said, "Thanks to everyone who contributes to the research papers. Your dedication fuels the fire that burns in each one of us."

"And last but certainly not least," I concluded, "a heartfelt thank you to Professors Frohlich and Ivic from Germany. Their groundbreaking work on the Goldbach Conjecture guided me. Without their contributions, I wouldn’t know where to begin."

As the echoes of gratitude hung in the air, I stepped back from the microphone, the applause once again taking over the hall.

An older woman with brown hair and an impeccable dress gracefully approached me.

I realized that she was likely supposed to hand me the Abel Laureate before my speech.

She extended the prestigious award to me and I offered a grateful nod.

With the award in hand, I slowly made my way back to my seat.

As I sat down next to Oliv, the realization hit me—I was the youngest-ever winner of the Abel Prize.

The youngest nominee for the Nobel Prize, and the only one to achieve both accolades in the same year.

And The Millenium Prize still awaited.

After a while, the ceremony concluded, and it was time for the banquet.

People started filtering out of the hall, chatting and laughing, ready for some good food and relaxed conversations. The hotel was the next stop, and the evening was just getting started.

Oliv and I entered the hotel, and as soon as we stepped in, heads turned, and people started making their way toward me—I barely had a moment to catch my breath.