[ WP ] A man discovers a mathematical code while doing homework that gives him ultimate power

Math is such a waste of time, it does n't even make me internet famous. I've rubbed the eraser onto my temple for so long I swear you could see my brain through my skin, and it's all because of this one problem. It's something about timing with some multiplicity based of a bunch of inputs. I'm just scratching away at my paper. I think even longer and harder about it. Something click sin my head. Before I write it down, the brilliance of it makes me take to my computer instead. 
 
 I post something incredibly stupid. Just a GIF, but it's at 7:13AM EDT on a Friday. Boom. Six karma. Three hundred. Four thousand. I'm drinking it in, this is amazing! I do it again, base it off the amount of top posts, timing flawless. Just sort of three thousand, but it's a meme involving Mike Tyson. Weak material. 
 
 Next I try a charity. They're two million dollars richer. Help a starving artist get the recognitiion he deserves. He's got a contract. Tell everyone about global warming? Fox News is fanning me for my genius. Anything I post, with the formula, becomes an internet sensation. I'm on the red carpet as my arm wraps around Jennifer Aniston ( I could have done better, really, but she could really use the career bump, I'm cool like that ). 
 
 A microphone is stuck so far in my face I swear it's picking my nose. 
 
 `` How do you do it sir?'' the reporter asks. 
 
 `` It's dumb luck,'' I say. 
 
 It's true. I found the formula in my math homework, in a way it was luck. But this power? Not everyone can have it. It's too much, it may fall into the wrong hands. 
 
 Textbook company kills puppies and uses child labor. It's the cover of the New York Times. All of the books containing the problem are burned. No one knows my secret except for one man: The man who wrote the very formula itself. 
 
 An unnamed administrator makes one tweak and it all fails. I'm helpless. Everyone asks me what happened when my last submission only received 50 karma. Bad luck. It's always luck. I reach into my old, ancient text book and look at the word problem, the 50 karma post. Where did I go wrong? Was it the timing? The content? The subreddit? 
 
 No. 
 
 The formula did not change. It's the administrator. 
 
 I make a new account from a new IP address. He was in cahoots with them all, he's a puppy killer too, the mastermind behind it all. Chinese news even gets behind this. It's in the State of the Union. Vladmir Putin has no comment on the matter. The admin is no more, my secret is once again safe. 
 
 Every now and then I'll poke in, I'll vote for a good cause with my flawless submission. But for now? I have a meeting with Arnie. He tells me there's this great restaurant somewhere in Barcelona, he insists we use his private jet, not mine.
