Today was the day of reckoning. Today was finally the day that y/n would murder the cross product in cold blood. Y/n's distaste for the cross product invaded every part of their life. Whenever they saw a physics equation with the cross product in it, their eyes would roll and they would feel like screaming. Screaming "why can't we just use the wedge product!? Not only is it easier to calculate, but it actually gives us an accurate depiction of the bivector given! Rather than having to remember these vectors with stupid 'special transformation rules,' they would be able to simply use the matrix without anything getting in the way!"
But the universe was not that kind. People are already used to the imperfect standard, and thus it remains. It doesn't matter if it makes the equations as transparent as a brick wall, because it's what people are used to, and that is how it shall be forever and ever... no. No! Y/n could fix this! There was an obvious solution to the equation; murdering the cross product in cold blood!
But no, y/n didn't just want to murder the cross product. No, for their plan was much grander than even this. To inflict even 1% of the pain this outdated standard had inflicted on y/n unto the cross product would be a feat considered impossible... but y/n thought they had a way.
Y/n made plans to meet up with the cross product at 1:00pm at their house. It was going to be a chill afternoon where they'd watch re-runs of Friends and have a nice time. Of course, the cross product didn't suspect anything from y/n. That was its last and most fatal mistake. As y/n drugged the drink and passed it to the cross product, it thought nothing of it as they slowly sealed their own fate.
The cross product woke up and began to look around frantically. They weren't able to ascertain where they were, all they could see was that the room was dark and dingy, and that y/n stood in front of them, next to a whiteboard that contained Maxwell's equations. Instinctively, the cross product screamed, but was unable to.
"Oh, I just put that in your mouth to make sure you don't interrupt me, that's all," y/n said.
The cross product began to thrash violently in the chair while attempting to scream for help. Y/n quickly pulled out their knife and shouted "Don't make me kill you already! That'd just be bad for both of us." The cross product immediately ceased thrashing and began to sit and listen in pure terror.
"So then, today I will be showing you how we can simplify Maxwell's equations into one simple equation with the use of geometric algebra." Y/n began to say, droning as if bored already. Y/n made the first step in the simplification process. Then, they went to it. They slashed off its left thumb.
It let out a loud scream, louder than y/n was expecting. However, the show must go on! Each step resulting in one less body part for the cross product. First the left fingers; then the right fingers; the left toes; the right toes; the lips; the wrists; the tongue; the feet; the ears. Each time y/n eased their pain, they inflicted pain onto the cross product. It was the perfect revenge.
It did not take long for the cross product to become nothing more than a pile of chopped up flesh, the blood overflowing from the dam. After all, Maxwell's equations are very simplifiable under geometric algebra. The final blow was dealt, cutting off its lower left leg. Y/n wasn't a fan of the assymmetry this left, but they decided to make do and leave it like this. The perfect revenge had been carried out.