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## Journalstormi's Journal: chapter 21

my creative writing class and a handful of others are making me continue this story, and think i should post it places.

CHAPTER 2

"...binary?"

"look it's base two."

"is what now?"

"we count in base ten."

"i see."

"binary is base two. You count 0-1-10-11 ..."

"i see i see." she nodded sagely.

"so, it has to do with exponents of two..." he said.

"yes."

"what you do is look at the number 25. The highest exponent of two that goes into it is 2^4"

"is what now?"

"the exponent...."

"what exponent?"

"BINARY! IT'S F*CKING BINARY!"

Pix blinked and stared at Derek a long time. He sighed and focused on the piece of paper again. "Ok, you have two numbers, 1 and 0...."

"You know, I did math once." she said suddenly.

"Really?" he asked. Derek sighed and closed his eyes. Calm, he told himself. Refocus.

"Yes." she said shortly.

... that was it? She had nothing else to say? What the... "Oh? What kind of math?" he attempted. Derek had never considered himself to be social, but then, this was just.... well never mind.

"Oh!" she said suddenly, as if just realizing where she was. "Algebra. And trig. I took trig, I'm pretty sure."

"... you're "pretty sure" huh?" Derek asked. He wasn't ready to believe this, but then again, she knew the word "trig"...

"We did logs. And natural logs. I think. I'm almost certain. Like this." she said and drew out an equation and solved it. She blinked as if she didn't know what she had done. Derek looked at her narrowly.

"...yes.... good job. Now, do you want to learn this?"

"Yes. Binary. Base two. Go!" she said cheerily, and stared at the piece of paper. Derek looked at her and sighed. She was pretty but not too bright....

"Alright, look, try to figure out the number 25..."

"You know, Derek," she said after a while.

"I think I get it."

She stared at the paper a long time. "There's only one thing that's throwing me off, I think..."

"What's that?" he asked, very attentive now. Finally maybe he could fix the problem, help her understand, make some progress, any progress...

"Well, it's the 1's and 0's." she said, frowning worriedly.

"They throw me off." she said simply.

Derek made a very nasty sound and fell over on the bed, dying. His eyes were closed and Pix wasn't sure if he was angry, crying, or simply having a mental breakdown. She leaned over him and smiled.

"Would you like me to make you some soup?" she asked cheerily.

Derek refused to answer or move. Maybe if he didn't move, she'd go away....

"I think I'll go make soup." she said and skipped out of the room.

"It worked" he thought. "She's gone. It's quiet now.... I AM A GOD!!!"

"Oh, and Derek," she said, suddenly popping back into the room.

He weaky turned his head to look at her.

"11001."

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