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Six numbers from under your feet.

A country in six numbers.

Six numbers from inside your head.

Your reasoning mind is a storyteller, not a judge.

The oldest arms race: keeping secrets, and breaking them.

We made it stronger by putting steel in it, and gave it an expiry date.

The only common solid that floats on its own liquid — and the reason anything survives a winter.

Salt fuels thinking. Not as a metaphor — as a line on your energy budget.

We built rooms to remove the echo, and found out what the echo had been doing for us.

Occupied for half a century. It came back as software.

A parliament since the year 930. No army. And a volcano that once killed a quarter of them.

The war you have heard of is not the one that shaped it.

Diamonds were found one year after independence. This is normally where the story goes wrong.

Two metres by three. Everything in it is standing still, and the colours are already wrong.

Five centuries of scholars, and still no one agrees what it means.

Two economists who didn't study a market. They built one.

He proved everyone can be doing their best, and everyone can be losing.

Economics said shared land must die. She went and looked.

Every doctor knew nothing survives stomach acid. One doctor drank the proof.

A footnote in 1987. Rejected by four journals. Now it cures people.

A secret military project. A recipe from the year 340. She took the first dose herself.

Physics had proved it could not exist. They found it with sticky tape, on a Friday night.

A laboratory scientist worked out that the trees, the water and the poverty were one problem.

She took the quotation marks out of her dialogue, and had a technical reason for it.

Element 15. It builds every living thing, and it burns everything it touches.

The first atom there ever was. Nine out of ten still are.

Found in the Sun twenty-seven years before anyone found it on Earth.

Third element ever made. In your phone, in the bomb, and in the medicine cabinet.

Light enough to fly a space telescope, sweet enough to taste, and one of the deadliest metals to breathe.

Made only by cosmic rays, then hidden everywhere: in reactor rods, bulletproof plates, and every computer chip.

You are 18% carbon — the same element as the diamond, the pencil, a silent killer, and the blackest black ever made.