[ WP ] Numbers 0-9 become self aware , and are refusing to work with one another to form the bigger numbers . What happens ?

Luke stared in horror at his algebra textbook. *What just happened? * 
 
 The numbers were dancing on the page. Every equation was breaking apart and flooding into the white space. Every digit in every word problem hopped up and joined the crowd, leaving the text behind, looking like Swiss cheese. 
 
 Slowly, the mess of loose numbers resolved into three groups. The biggest was spread out in an arc on the left half of the page. It was made up of all the ones, twos, threes, fives, and sevens. Facing them on the right side were the fours, sixes, eights, and nines. The smallest group in the center was the zeroes. 
 
 Looking closer, Luke saw the zeroes drifting back and forth between the two larger crowds of numbers. At first, nothing else seemed to be happening, but then some of the digits from both sides began wandering away from their groups and picking up division and equals signs. When they returned with their spoils, others followed suit, grabbing lonely Xs and Ys, swiping the occasional fraction bar. 
 
 The zeroes were dashing back and forth between the front lines of the two groups faster and faster. Then a nine hurled a Y like a javelin, shearing a three right in half, and all hell broke loose. Luke realized, belatedly, what was happening. The left group was all the prime digits, and the right all the non-primes, and they had just gone to war. 
 
 The front line of the primes ran forward, wielding fraction bars as lances. The zeroes had tried to mediate up until the very last moment, then they'd run, but some were still in between the two armies, and they popped like balloons under the assault. The non-primes responded by breaking ranks, splitting into two groups that headed up and down, away from the prime charge. A rain of shuriken Xs bit into the flanks of the prime army, and fives and sevens went down like flies. 
 
 Luke watched the whole of the battle, confused but fascinated. The primes had the bigger army, but the non-primes seemed wilier and held their own for a long time. Eventually, though, they were whittled down to just a last stand of fours and eights, surrounded by Y-wielding twos. They surrendered. 
 
 A one climbed on top of a pile of fallen sixes and nines, and raised his fraction bar high. The non-prime prisoners were marched before him, and he pointed the bar at each one of them in turn. A five walked up behind them and, one at a time, smashed them flat with a division sign. 
 
 Luke slammed his book shut, unwilling to watch any more digits being executed. Feeling faintly sick to his stomach, he wondered if Mr. Stevens would accept “ hallucinations ” as a valid reason for not finishing his homework. 
 
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