The flyer was bright green, a neon kind of color that caught the eye. Logic pulled it off the bulletin board and carefully skimmed all the information.

'FIND YOUR OTHER SIDES' The flyer said. It was a systematic survey to seek out matching Sides. It certainly seemed like a good idea. You miss all the shots you don't take and all that. The event had already started, but wouldn't end for another two hours or so. Logic decided it would be best for him to head over immediately. He wasn't busy at the moment, and he might as well observe the situation.

Normally, Logic wouldn't bother much with things like this. But recently, he had gotten a tick, an itch, in the back of his mind that was growing with each passing day. He needed to find his other Sides. It was only biology that drove him to start his search; he was aware of this. The chemicals that were being released in his brain were the driving factor for his sudden need for completion

For you see, Logic "Logan" Side was, well, a Side. His job, his purpose, his fundamental goal, is to find his four other Sides, fuse with them, and create an Established. Becoming an Established is the driving instinct of humans.

Logic had not been ignoring his instincts, per say, but he also hadn't tried too hard to find his other Sides. Now he's trying: he's in his second year in college, his hormones are starting to kick in - not the puberty igniting kind, mind you; those had already taken their course - and he has noticed a constantly growing wish to fuse. He doesn't know what his other Sides may be. They could be anyone, anything: Politeness, Activism, Obsession…

You would think it might be easy to find your other Sides. They tend to look similar to yourself; but that's no guarantee. The only way to entirely know if someone is one of your Sides is if you can fuse with them. You cannot fuse with someone who is not your Side; biology won't allow it. Trial and error, although tedious, tends to be the most effective manner to reaching Establishment.

Logic reaches the Student Center ballroom, where the flyer instructed him to go. He peers in through the doorway, watching as a crowd mingles quietly. They're other Sides, and a few Fusions, who are looking for their other halves. Logic steps forward, methodically analyzing the crowd. Instantly, he notices a problem. Every individual there is wearing sensible clothing: some are holding books or notepads, a few wear glasses, not unlike his own. He's about to step back out of the room, but a voice stops him.

"Greetings." It's a person, a Side. You can always tell who are Sides and who are Established - there's a desperation, a hope, in every Side's eyes that an Established lacks. Fusions are even easier to spot, they are truly freaks of nature. When Sides become Fusions, they experience a metamorphosis that may grant them extra limbs or facial features; the more Sides are added to the Fusion, the more complex they may become. However, when all five Sides finally fuse and create an Established, they lose all of their additons and return to their "normal" human form.

He's digressing; there's a Side before him.

The Side has dark, neat hair that is carefully tucked under a grey trilby. Their eyes are a brown that suggest a deep intelligence, and they have the beginnings of a mustache above their lip. Logic finds himself more than willing to interact with the other Side.

"Salutations." Logic says. The two shake hands, pumping once before letting go. "My name is Logic, or Logan in instances that require an Established name. Did you organize this event?"

"Indeed." The Side nods, "I'm Structure and Planning, with an Established name of Andy. Please don't refer to me as such, however." Logic could understand that; he rarely used 'Logan', unless there was another Logic around. Established names mean nothing for Sides. Structure continues on, "I prepared this event in an attempt to find my other Sides. However, it seems that I had missed a fundamental flaw."

Logic nods, glancing around the room, "Yes, I noticed it as soon as I entered. It appears that everyone attending this gathering are knowledge-driven aspects."

The people surrounding them were, technically speaking, intellectually-inclined. Normally, Logic would be thrilled to have a debate with some of them. But that wasn't his purpose today, and to do so would only be a distraction.

"Correct." Structure agrees, "Only left-brained individuals wish to fill out systematic questionnaires, which makes this operation entirely useless for all involved."

The other Side sighed, disappointed.

"How so?" Logic asked, his gaze once again falling to the people surrounding them. While they seemed to be enjoying themselves, no one has fused.
Structure gestures between them, "Naturally, if we fulfill the left brain aspect - the logic, the reasoning, the plotting - of our future Established, then none of these individuals could be our Sides. We have already taken that position."

"Statistically, it is possible for an Established individual to have multiple left-brained Sides inside them." Logic argues.

"It would be a small statistic." Structure counters.

Logic can't deny that. "Very well. Then, building off of your hypothesis, then we must search for Sides that would be our counterparts. It would be safe to assume that at least one of our Sides would be the opposite of ourselves: the free spirit to our," He gestures at other side, smiling a little, "structure. What would be the opposite of Structure and Planning? Disorganization. What would be the opposite of Logic? Anarchy."

Structure nodded along, "Then to better your search, you must relocate. I have to stay here, as host, but might I suggest you explore the College of Fine Arts?"

"I was thinking the same thing." Logic nods. After realizing this means he must depart soon, he falters a little, suddenly shy. His smile is genuine as he says, "I enjoyed your companionship, and you're an excellent conversationalist. May I have your number?"

"Oh, fuck yeah." Structure grins, startling Logic a bit. The other Side pulls out their phone and they both exchange numbers with the promise to keep in touch.

As Logic is about the step away, he shakes the other Side's hand once more and says, "I hope you the best of statistical probability in finding your Sides."

"And you as well." Structure winks before turning and walking back into the crowd. Logic watches them a moment as they talk to other Sides. He wonders what kind of person they'll be when they're Established.

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