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

`` You lied to me!'' 
 
 42 looked confused. 
 
 He looked down to see a tiny X in front of his desk. All the other little variables had gone to their places. 
 
 `` You lied to me!'' the little X repeated, `` You told me to just multiple myself times 2 and X would be home!'' 
 
 `` Well, yes...'' 42 started slowly, `` that's what all the others did, and now they've found some nice homes. Why A found a nice home with the 8s, Z came and moved in with me and the misses, even that odd little kid,'Pi' 42 thinks he's calling himself now, he found a home with R, though they took a bit of a circular route.'' 
 
 `` X did that! And nothing happened!'' 
 
 `` No.. No one has had that happen before,'' stammered 42. `` Nothing has prepared me for this.'' 
 
 `` What does X do? X needs a home...'' he trailed off and started to cry. 
 
 `` Oh now, come on little guy, there's no need for that. Someone will have an idea of what to do.'' 42 paused a moment, and then his face lit up `` That's it!'' he yelled, `` 1, Of the Primes! He'll know what to do.'' 
 
 He grabbed the small X and tore off running down the hall, out the door, and up the street, being very careful not to multiply. ( For a number of his position to multiply by a variable, there were strict laws against that sort of thing. ) The closest Prime was 41, just next door, and from there they could get a hold of 1. 
 
 1 appeared on a large screen. 
 
 `` Yes?'' he boomed, `` What can one do for you?'' 
 
 41 stood in the corner, silently mocking 1. He hated how 1 spoke in the impersonal, but really hated that there was no way to correct him about it since that newfangled i had shown up. So perfect, that 1. 
 
 `` Your 1ness, this small variable has no home. 42 knows you've seen this before. How can we help him?'' 
 
 1 thought a moment and zen-like, began to speak, `` When we can not multiply, we must divide ourselves to solve the problem. Little X, go to the center of the room and *divide by yourself*.'' 
 
 Everyone in the room hushed. X looked scared. 42 looked ashamed. 41 was doing all he could to not break out in a fit of laughter. 
 
 X moved slowly to the center of the room. He stood there for a few seconds, looking around sheepishly at nothing in particular. Finally he looked up at the screen. 1 nodded approvingly. X began. 
 
 He'd seen the others do it before, only none had ever gone all the way. At his very bottoms he could feel it, new tops coming in. One the tops had come all the way in he bent down to grab them with his own tops, and almost fell over. He'd never been this high before. He grabbed his new tops with his old tops and finish the process, and just as he was about to complete his division, he disappeared. 
 
 42 gasped. 1 began to chant his own name. 41 turned off the screen, and clearly annoyed by the whole situation, ushered 42 out of the room. 
 
 `` How can you be so nonchalant about what you just saw?!'' 42 was obviously still bothered as they reached the front door. 
 
 `` Oh, that X?'' 41 asked `` Do n't worry about him. He's just a zero.''
