Thinking of a number

The satisfaction of finding an entity, so unique,beautiful and i guess noone is thinking about this number right now at this instant. It has no proper factors and makes a year for itself in the calender. The city of Riga in Latvia was founded on that number. But i don't want to go on a historical description. I waited for the machine to react on the perforation of this number, acquiescenced by it in seconds. I sit and observe at the sounds, the humming ones, the count of dole, the large scale unbiased meaurement of commodities lay in the machine as the numbers get authorised, validated, authenticated and performed in its abdomen. Ah! the numbers would add up to a 4 as the keep churning up in my mind. I wonder how many cars, vechicles are showing this number on there gyroscope, the navigation systems, the calculations, the numberlines, the solutions. But nah, it is special in my hands. It is special due to its alacrity, I observe the people waiting impatiently without any thoughts with a smile, a croone of some sort, i watch them delightfully making faces, changing postures, making indignant observances on the lethatgy of technology. This was the new age, the age of banks, the age of money. I walked out of the atm machine and made a brief view over the shoulder of the person waiting last in the que and bid farewell.