Wp . Tell the story of an imaginary number trying to find it 's place on a number line .

A lonely real number is crying in the coordinate plane. Sad and alone it can not join the club of prime numbers, or even have a family of divisors as it is infertile. It is not perfect, it has no amicable pair. A possible group, the squares club, does n't even want the poor thing. They called it simple, stupid, small. The list of mean things went on and on. Basically, nobody was interested in a simple, plain old One. As One's cries turned into sobbing and the sobbing turned into wailing something special happened. A blinding flash of light appeared! 
 
 `` Hello One, I am called i.'' 
 
 `` Whaa? Who are you?? Where did you come from??'' 
 
 `` Well I just told you who I am, as for where I came from....'' 
 
 The lonely One interrupted. `` You mean you are here to help me?'' 
 
 `` Well I am not really here, you see I am imaginary.'' 
 
 `` Oh so I am so depressed that I am imagining things then?'' 
 
 `` Yes! In fact you are! Your depressing mood has made you a negative one, and the only solution to the root of your problems is now... me! Your friendly i!'' 
 
 `` So you are sort of like a fairy godmother for numbers?'' 
 
 `` Yes indeed. So here is the plan. I need to merge into you and then we are going to a whole new universe. You will never have to deal with these creeps in this plane ever again! You are going to be a complex and interesting number now.'' 
 
 `` Oh so its like what happens when mrs 2 and mr 3 make baby 5?'' 
 
 `` Well yes sort of like that... you will see''
