Just an odd thought that happened while I was sick. I'm still sick, which sucks but on the plus side- I wasn't forced off to Vermont with my family, so I can update this!.Kudos to Webkistune, Worker72, leev and Kuurosuki for reviewing!
Please review!
Numbers
He writes. Thousands of pages he fills, formulas upon formulas. Beyond the most advanced Physics and Calculus- past the point where numbers cease to be numbers and become things- he creates. No computers in his little room- they couldn't comprehend it. Even Backpack's obsolete.
The universe has four dimensions- three of space and one of timeā¦
He eats the food that is brought and goes to the bathroom, ever with pencil upon paper . He doesn't sleep- doesn't need sleep, the drive that pushes him never slacks; he has to work the numbers.
They are all that he has left.
