In honor of the Mathematics Museum opening in NYC...
Their days are numbered
Sitting in his
easy chair, Three ran through the probabilities for his evening. He said to himself, “It’s time to blow this buffer and transmit
myself elsewhere!” He made himself presentable,
and then translated out to the main bus.
He glided along that, and got off
near the Downtown area. He sensed One
coming from the opposite direction, and they fell into synch.
Three greeted one genially.
“How are
things in the numberverse?”
“Just digi-riffic,”
replied One. “Been scaling up vectors
all week.”
“Good. Our bosses will be pleased. Say, want to have a drink?”
“Sure, why
not? Let’s go to that new place on First
street, “ said One.
“You mean the
Irrational Cat? Been meaning to check it
out,” said Three.
“I talked to
Four, and he said he would be out tonight.
He is after a new One.”
“Him and his
hot Ones,” said Three.
So Three and
One wandered downtown and soon located the Irrational Cat, located on First and
Main. They tried to enter, and almost collided
with Nine.
“Hey, how are
you guys doing? Long time, no
calculate.” Nine slurred his words a
bit.
“Oh, just been
marking time, I guess. We’re going in
for a drink - care to join us?” said
Three.
One looked at
him, perhaps thinking that Nine was already pretty sloshed. But he stayed silent.
“Sure, why
not? Lead the way, gents.”
The three
numbers made their way through the portal into a dimly lit room. A long bar ran down most of the length of
it. To their left, the bar curved
around, and the room opened up into an area with pool tables, and beyond, a
small dance floor.
Three, One and
Nine approached the bar. Four was seated
there already, sipping on a quantum fizz.
“Hey,
Four! Good to sense you here,” called
Three. Four turned and waved a few
digits.
“Hi,
guys. Wondered if you would show. Just waiting for my Hot One to get out of the
restroom.”
Three, One and
Nine plopped down on barstools on either side of Four. They ordered Higgs Lights, with
Stringshot chasers. It was going to be a festive evening, Three
could tell that already. He felt glad
he had ventured out of core tonight.
Four spotted
his hottie making her way around the bar, exiting the restrooms. He motioned to Three and One, and said, “There she is. Fellows, could you make room for my sweetie?”
“Sure,” they
chorused. They shifted positions, and
Three ended up contending with the Hot One’s purse wedged between the stools
like a painful punctuation point.
Meanwhile, Five, Nine’s racetrack
buddy, had just walked in. He wanted to
chat with Nine about the results of the last race. But Nine was gracious enough to move down a
stool, so that Four wouldn’t have to subtract his place.
The Bartender
took Five’s order, a Gamma Gulper.
Finally getting all of them served, he stood a moment, smiling,
listening to their idle chatter traffic.
Then he came out from the other side of the bar, and made his way around
the front, checking on a sticky door hinge, his flash memory racks, and other
Nano clutter. At one point he looked at
the digital dudes iterating along the barstrip.
He thought to
himself,
“Jeez. With
Three, the Hot one (with jutting purse between her and Three), Four, One, Five
and Nine here, this is going to be one irrational place. Who else could possibly show to make it
worse?”
Just then the
door opened, practically right behind him, and he heard more Euclidian
gibbering. ‘Oh no. It was Two and Six...’ he thought glumly. There goes the neighborhood!
Pi end