"is math created or discovered", I ask, breath panting, to the pathetic thing under me, singlemindedly focused on grinding its crotch against mine. "mmph", it moans, for it does not want to even acknowledge the question. "coward that you are," I continue, guessing their response through muffled desire, "you seem to think the question is but a language game." I pull away, prompting it to try to yank me back. "discovered! it's discovered!" "is that what you truly believe? that there is foundational truth in our reckoning of the world? that we are not biased agents?" it whines, for it too is biased by its desires in this moment. "I... I mean it's created!" it succeeds in pushing itself back onto me. "you change your mind so suddenly. care to show your work?" it starts crying-