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.