He hung up.
“Coil?”
“What is it, pet?”
“Forty-four point two zero three eight three percent chance I die in the next half-hour.”
Straight to the point. Nice.
Also, at least she didn’t launch into the full sequence of 20 decimals, as hilarious as it would be to see that typed out in words here.
Actually, you know what, I want to see that, I’m gonna make it happen.
(Wait, shit, it’s increased, like she described, so I don’t have the updated 20-decimal version to go with. Oh well, let’s use the old one.)
Dinah: “Forty-four point zero three four eight five one nine two seven…”
Coil: “Pet–”
Dinah:
“…four six three zero seven…”
Coil:
“That’s enough decimals, p–”
Dinah:
“…nine five
five
six five nine percent chance I die in the next half-hour.”
Coil:
“Oh, fina– wait what?”
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