[ WP ] You are a Superman-esque superhero who has the power to split into two while halving your intelligence . Over the years you split so much , you became a weapon easily controlled by others . On chance , two of you combine , and begin to realize you are being used .

I have a number. This number is a weapon. 
 
 It goes like this, two then a zero followed by a five and finally a four. You speak it like this, two thousand and fifty four. Is n't that kind of neat? Its different depending on how you look at it. 
 
 It is n't a very special number, not like 3, 7, or 11. I've always been jealous of those numbers. They were all very heroic. They all flew high in the sky and wore bright outfits. 
 
 Its tattooed on my back like a survivor of a concentration camp. Knowing what a concentration camp is can also be a weapon. All the knowledge I have is a weapon. I did n't have knowledge before I met eleven. 
 
 Rather the only knowledge I had was that I must follow orders. Orders about what to transport, what to break, and sometimes even who to kill. I did n't get to wear an outfit like 3, 7, or 11. 
 
 I had to do it all silently. 
 
 Sometimes I got to work with 6, 8, and 9. They wore costumes too! Their costumes were dark and had lots of triangles on them. They also did n't have any knowledge. We followed orders that were different but we all followed them all the same. I eventually got a costume too! It had really pointy shoulders and a cool mask. 
 
 I finally got to follow orders in the light! Everyone watched as I walked into a big white building. I threw weak men in suits aside effortlessly. I killed a few people in a oval room. That was where I met eleven. 
 
 He hovered outside of the window leading into the room, sunlight streaming behind him. 
 
 He looked so fricken cool! 
 
 I was excited for us to meet like this. I could follow orders too! He floated through the window, bending the glass around him before it shattered without even slowing him. 
 
 `` Look! ``, I said, `` I'm just like you!'' 
 
 He looked sad, disappointed even. That made me kind of mad. After all, I was just like him so what right did he have to judge me? 
 
 I could hear 3, 7, 6, 8, and 9 all fighting outside. 
 
 I tackled eleven and we fought. We crashed through walls and beams, out one building and into the next. 
 
 We reduced a whole block to ash. The more I hit him the easier it got and by `` it'' I mean ALL of it. I punched him in the face and learned that falcon's have two separate eyelids. 
 
 I pinned him down in a crater and breathed fire in his face. Like the buildings around us I reduced him. 
 
 Just like that I knew everything he knew. He knew that blindly following these orders was wrong... or maybe it was bad? Those are apparently two different things. 
 
 He knew that we were all being used. We all follow orders to serve the interests of someone else. I could n't fully understand it yet, but the only thing I needed to do to fix that was consume more like us. 
 
 He did n't have the heart to do that. 
 
 Eleven came to me thinking I would kill him so he would n't have to kill more. 
 
 That does n't seem right or good to me. 
 
 I killed the others outside and learned more about the various sorts of orders we could receive. I even learned where to go to stop them. 
 
 I needed to go see one. 
 
 That is where I am currently. Standing outside of one's house. It is n't like the fortress 6, 8, and 9 had. Its a quaint three story house with a well kept yard and brick walls. 
 
 One is sitting on the front porch reading a book called *Atlas Shrugged* by someone named Ayn Rand. I can recall the majority of the plot if I think really hard, something about metal and railroads. 
 
 He looks up from it at me, I can recognize that we have the same face now, or rather that we should. 
 
 His face, while the same indeterminately young age as mine, has smile lines and is well tanned. His shoulders are relaxed and un-pointy. We could almost be different people. 
 
 `` Well hot damn! I can hardly believe that we're all finally here'', He said. 
 
 `` Are you implying a royal we? ``, I inquire, `` It seems to me we're missing a whole lot of us.'' 
 
 `` No, I can understand that this is confusing for you but you can get the majority of your answers by consuming me in just a moment.'' 
 
 I grab him by his flannel ready to do so now, `` Why did you do all this?!'' 
 
 `` Why One? Why did you make me a murderer? ``, I rage, `` You made us all monsters!'' 
 
 He tilts his head to the side, `` It was your plan Zero.'' 
 
 `` I'm not Zero! I'm Two-thousand-and-fifty-four!'' 
 
 His laughter is genuine and unapologetic. 
 
 I let go of him and he falls back into his reading chair knocking it over. 
 
 `` Take that ridiculous outfit off and go use my bathroom mirror.'' 
 I barge through his front door and into the bathroom. I strip the skin tight costume for my body and turn to look at my back, two-thousand-and-fifty-four... three-thousand-seven-hundred-and-eleven, six-hundred-and-eighty-nine. 2. 0. 5. 4. 3. 7. 11. 6. 8. 9. 
 
 Its all about how you look at it. 
 
 One is standing in the doorway behind me. 
 
 He speaks after a moment, `` The orders were all designed ahead of time by you to bring about a new world order, we all had different roles.'' 
 
 He walks up beside me, `` You made eleven of us and emptied your entire ego into all of each of your clones. 
 
 I headed up the operation and gave the orders you had previously created so you would n't have to think about their consequences, you did the majority of the dirty work in exchange.'' 
 
 `` What happened with 2, 5, and 4? ``, I ask. 
 
 `` they completed their objectives and then returned to find peace in you, just as I shall find now. Though first there is one more thing I must tell you.'' 
 
 I consume him quickly, unable to take anymore. The world shall function perfectly without me thanks to all of our hark work, I shall process all of this as soon as I find Ten. 
 
 Fifty years have passed since then, I still have n't been unable to find any trace of Ten. The world is now a perfect unified utopia under my selected leadership but no-one can find any sign or record of a tenth me. Why would I choose eleven as the required number? 
 
 I fear I shall never be able to focus on anything else until I solve this. 
 
 

