Wordcount: 149
Rating/Warnings: PG
Summary: It’s simple math, but math is never simple.

NOTE: This is a very rough draft with no editing at all (per National Novel Wiriting Month rules) and is presented for amusement value only. Think of it as a periscope into my writing process rather than a coherent story!

There will most likely be spelling and grammatical errors afoot as well as flat out bad writing, info dumps, plot holes, contradictions/retcons, uneven characterization and pacing. These snippits are also posted out of order, so please refer to the Outline to figure out where it’s supposed to fit.

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And On The Eight Day

“I’m sorry.” Said Gray. “I wish I could explain it in a way you can understand.”

“Don’t do this.” Pleaded Blue, “it’s all we have left.”

“But it’s not.” Said Gray.

“I won’t help you.” Blue protested.

“Yes you will,” said Gray sadly, “Because you have to save the world.”

Blue just stared at her, but they both knew it was true. It might crush Red to have it happen, but Blue couldn’t let Red and Horn die anymore than he could kill off the other world in order to save them.

“Ones and zeroes,” said Gray with a sigh, “that’s all it comes down to in the end. Logic drives us for the good of the many.”

“What about the good of the one?” Said Blue, hopelessly.

“Oh Hun,” said Gray, “who do you think ‘the many’ means?” She turned and put her hand against the wall.

“Go.”