It was small room. Lysergic Oldham thought it probably had been used as a closet sometime in the past. Lysergic, along with Slicer and Braincase, entered. There wasn’t a lot of room.
The first thing Lysergic noticed, sent a subtle chill down her spine. All four walls in the room had scribbles on them. The writing was like a child’s and the markings were numbers. The same set of numbers written over and over and over again.
What freaked Lysergic out were the numbers that had been scribbled on those walls.
4,8,15,16,23,42. Leonard’s numbers!
The second thing Lysergic noted, was a desk sitting in the center of the room. A small desk lamp was its only source of light.
The third thing Lysergic noticed was the girl.
She was cute, with her long, dark hair, parted down the middle, along with intense green eyes. To Lysergic, she looked to be about eleven or twelve years old. She was sitting at the desk, hunched over a journal, THE Journal, and furiously writing in an exact copy of the original. She was concentrating so hard, she never looked up, or even seemed to notice the three people who had just walked into the room.
“Binary!” Slicer said.
“Yes.” the girl replied, stoically, not taking her eyes off her work.
“I need you to do something,” Slicer continued.
“Yes.” she repeated, still furiously writing.
Slicer stood right in front of her. Lysergic thought he was going to reach down and grab the girl and shake her to get her undivided attention. He didn’t. He just stood directly over her.
“I need you to work with Braincase for awhile and do what he instructs you to do,” Slicer said to the girl, “he is going to tell you what to copy down. Even if that is not what the original copy states. You understand?”
“Yes.” the girl replied.
“Do it, Braincase,” Slicer ordered, as Braincase reached down and picked up the original Journal to review the notes and formulas to determine what could be subtly changed, that wouldn’t immediately be noticed, even by an expert, and would make the entire journal useless.
When Braincase took the journal away, the girl got up from the desk and walked over the wall and started writing the same numbers over and over again. 4,8,15,16,23,42.
“Her name’s Binary?” Lysergic asked Slicer.
“Binary?” Lysergic addressed the girl, who continued to write on the wall, “are you making those numbers up?”
Without turning around, or stopping her scribbling on the wall, Binary replied, “No.”
“What do those numbers mean?” Lysergic asked, but this time Binary did not reply. She just kept writing the same set of numbers over and over on the wall. 4,8,15,16,23,42.
“She’ll only reply to questions with a yes or no,” Slicer explained, “I don’t know why, maybe she’s some sort of Savant. When Braincase is ready, he’ll tell her what to do and she’ll immediately stop writing on the walls and re-start the copying. She works incredibly fast and insanely accurate. We’ll check back with them later.”
Slicer then addressed Braincase, “How long will it take?”
“Not long,” Braincase replied, as he glanced through the journal, “once I decide on what to change, Binary will breeze through it!”
“What’s her story?” Lysergic asked.
Slicer shrugged, “I don’t know anything about her.”
“How did you meet her?” Lysergic wondered.
“She just showed up one night at our doorstep!” Slicer answered.
Next: Chap. Thirty “Binary”