Marieta Maglas

(19-05-1964 / Radauti, Judet Suceava, Romania)

The Computer Tree- Algorithm (Sextuple Crystalline Poetry)


A free tree is never rooted
Infinite complete binary tree

A finger tree has internal nodes
Each one in this tree has child nodes

And their connection is a walk
Parents and children walking the tree

Nodes without children are called leaves
While roots are leaves of the finger trees

Very intelligent words tree
Trees-no one-to-one correspondence


Adaptive merging operation
Implementing finger searching trees.


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Submitted: Thursday, September 23, 2010
Edited: Wednesday, May 01, 2013
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