New Year, New Person: New Number

844111289941501.241665-146.860133 is the number I've been given.

It is my number. It is shiny and new — never used before by anyone. It is the sum of my birth and death numbers.

For the day I was born: 51200109550729.951065-90.071533

• 51 for the year;
• 20 for the century;
• o1 for the month;
• 09 for the hour;
• 55 for the minute;
• 07 for the time zone;
• 29.951065 for the longitude; and
• 90.071533 for the latitude.

For day I will die: 33211019390771.2906-56.7886

• 33 for the year;
• 21 for the century;
• 10 for the month;
• 19 for the hour;
• 39 for the minute;
• 07 for the time zone;
• 71.2906 for the longitude; and
• 56.7886 for the latitude.

It's all in the numbers, my friend. Numbers are finite, and so shall I be. Numbers don't lie.

844111289941501.241665-146.860133 is a good number. In fact, an excellent number. I am very lucky to have it. Although I don't know for the life of me how I'm ever going to ever end up in that God-forsaken frozen wasteland.

The Aurora are spectacular, and so they shall be for me, celebrating both ends of my number. But polar bears are not especially accommodating when they're hungry, so I should avoid that place when the time comes. But I have lots of time to just visit, for now. (However, I should still consult my diary just to check those numbers one more time.)