but why?

He had a secret. A deep, dark secret.

His keyboard was mapped in German. Little did his coworkers know, but his Z key and Y key were transposed.

He giggled a bit thinking about his guilty excesses. Oh what hilarity it would amount to if they knew. If only they knew. If only they knew that the Y key and the Z key were transposed. And God forbid they find out that he sometimes uses commas instead of periods for his decimal marker!

A shooting pain shot through his head. This minor break from his work was not productive. Not effective. Not efficient.

Back to the number cascade. Two point four. Seven point three. Eighteen dot thirty-three. Zero point zero one. Twelve.

Warmth washed over his body and into his soul. The numbers. Happiness.

Rutherford nodded agreeably, turning to face him finally.