Waiting for Googolplex

(Googolplex: The largest finite number.
Written on a piece of paper
it would fill the known universe.)



One sat talking to Two, “Just think how far we have to go before we can rest.” “Yes,” said Two, “but it’s best not to think about it. You know, the longest journey and the first step, all that rot.” “I know,” said One, “but a thousand, just think of a thousand! It will take months and months before we’re even halfway there, and it’s not fair really.
I mean, there’s nowhere else to go -- no sideways to a mountain or ocean, no Sabbath to rest in, and then after we’re there, well, there’s fourteen thousand and a hundred thousand. And even if we can talk Three into multiplying us, we’re still nearly forever away from one million and twenty eight million, and even then there’s no guarantee that Four won’t get petulant and perverse and come along and divide us, or Eight have a psychotic break and go into subtracting seizures. I mean, Christ, have you ever stopped to think what some deranged, depressed hand calculator could do to us from the second window of a book depository?”
“I know,” said Two, “it’s all very distressing, and even after it’s all over and we get to the end, so what? Big fucking deal.”