Part IV:Le Code De Newton:

NULLIUS IN VERBA-" Nothing in words." Ahh, sounds simpler than it actually is.
Now, Let me take you back to the same day:
Curbing the ripple of excitement in my jittery nerves and submerging to rational conscience, I, finally, carefully, etched out the magic words on the astonishingly white marble disks gracing the gleaming gold Cryptex.
A click!! And a small golden semi-orb protruded at one end as if it had, very unseemingly, been there all the time as an unpredictable opening. Pulling along the length, I was careful enough not to disturb the vivaciously anhydrous acid inside. And there, I watched, with unpalpable pride, as a pencil sized golden cylinder enveloped in a parchment emerged from the Cryptex. And so, I beheld with inflated chest, in my hand, what we expected to be the final treasure map, our deemed path to unstoppable victory.
Unfurling was no easy job. It was ruffled and jammed intra-layerly and we, just could not allow the already withered and battered parchment to suffer more, even in the slightest possible measure. Resting upon the better of options, we sought professional help. PINKLED antiquites was the shop we betted upon after thoroughly browsing the Yellow Pages.
The next day:
" Hey you, Welcome to PL antiquities, On a great day for freedom, when everything's coming back to life, how can my time, rescue your faces from the dark side of the moon?"said a man who introduced himself as Vikesh. " Now I know wherefore Pink originates...But Led?? " wondered UG. But he got his answer soon. " Nevermind...Dazed and confused as he is, he might as well fight the Battle of Evermore as rock and roll. Sorry for the communication breakdown." said the other duskier guy, who till now was hidden behind some Chapman book.
We thought it better to leave and we would have accomplished the escape, had the rain fancied better intentions. In the meantime, we learnt that Vikesh addressed the other guy as RS the GOD!! though, the RS guy called Vikesh by a number....9.58333!! Wondering what that meant, we tipped over our own topic into their hot, though tragically dyadic discussion that exhaustively included Wikipedia, Rock and Google besides MATLAB and JAVA. Cutting the rest of the crap, we started working on the parchment and came up with the final model by the next day.
Dolefully, Harry and UG had to depart owing to the reopening of their college back in India. They had been an exorbitantly great company and I, probably would have never advanced so far without their astonishing abstract intelligence. "Being the boys back home, ehh" said 9.58333 as he took the courtesy to drop them off at the airport. And thereby, I was left alone amidst strange people in a strange nation (not to mention the two whatevers who joined in).
"Going to California, no, Kashmir??" RS said as he pondered over the map, for a change. "Can you think of anything but Led?" I had to say, as I glanced at the map again.


P.S- The author expresses grave apologies to those who might not be
aware of the existence of Pink Floyd or Led Zeppelin.

P.P.S-Pink Floyd is GOD.
(nothing to do with the code)