C-32B101 (May 19, 2017)
Puzzle
“3*3=11…111 111 111.”
Knowledge | 1 Word
Clue
Hover over the clues if you require!
Clue 1: What's 3 * 3?
Clue 2: In what number base would that be equal to 11?
Clue 3: Translate it to letters using ASCII.
Answer and Explanation
Answer: III
Explanation: We have to find for an instance where 3*3=11. Looking at Bases, we can see that Base 8 would fit. Base 8 is also Octal. Changing Octal to Text, you get III.
Summary of Receipt
Summary
Transcript
NUMBER: 32B101
PRIORITY: CAFE
DATE: 19-5-17
CUSTOMER: STAFF MEMO
SERVER: MANAGER
I can’t be the only one who feels like all this Dark and Umbra nonsense is taking away our focus from what really matters—three to become one, choice? Look—I understand lending a St. Martins-Le-Grand when Umbra was at our doorstep a few moments away from killing the big ol’ Lilian Gish and unleashin’ unknown and unending eldritch ‘orrors upon the world. Makes for a full eight pence. I’d rather not have that happen either, thank you very much. But—don’t you think we’re only doing this because my golden dove has a bit of a… well, a “history” with this heap o’ coke?
I’m quite Bobby Umbra’s up to a bit of Robin Hood. Dangerous heap o’ coke, that ‘atman is. But he’s also been around for well over a few hundred donkey’s ears. He’s hardly a new threat that only we can deal with. I know you all have a certain distaste for the Indigos—for IRIS—and Adam ‘n Eve me, I do too. The past and present thing I’d want to do is go grovel to my brother to clean this mess up, but this is what IRIS does. Umbra is after one of their most sacred (and dubiously real) ‘rtifacts. Hell—any of the Indigos could take this one on, couldn’t they? Astoria, Ozhog, Yaksha, any of them would be more than chuffed to clock Umbra locked up and put away for good.
As for us? Come on! We were just hit by a massive bombshell, weren’t we? Three to bloody become one. We are—we might be—I, I don’t know… And this hoppin’ pot doesn’t know either, do you? And that’s just it! We can’t waste a nickel or a dime chasing shadows and playing the part of some supernatural Everton Toffee rub-a-dub-dub, can we? We’ve got bigger things to worry about. Matters of debt, utopia, destiny—Fate. We’ve been drawn together for something a good deal greater than dealing with another supernatural creep with a god complex. They’re a dime a dozen, as is.