Welman collapses, breaking apart into a squirming pile of nulls. Hexadecimal is gone; there is nothing to hold the improvised body together anymore.
The binomes have stopped counting--good thing, too, since they had gotten down to 01 by the time Hex got to them. They look around, blinking in confusion, like they've just been roused out of a sound sleep.
The war is over. We won. All that's left now is to pick up the pieces.
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Epilogue
Date: 2007-07-26 01:34 am (UTC)The binomes have stopped counting--good thing, too, since they had gotten down to 01 by the time Hex got to them. They look around, blinking in confusion, like they've just been roused out of a sound sleep.
The war is over. We won. All that's left now is to pick up the pieces.