it's pronounced [ˈeɪˌdɛnbɔɪː]

black or white = white

black xor white = white

black or white = binary

black and/or white = shade

i think my brain's tapping in to radio stations that don't exist

"Count and find" (1)

Characters: Sauce, Chalk

Read with following song playing in the background:

“Sauce, look!” says Chalk, a little nervously, given that he is forced to speak up to find a way out of their predicament.

It’s the radar, and it’s showing a number. It says “1”. Then, Sauce looks all around the boat, and in the depth of the water he spots exactly 1 spiky thing around them.

Chalk now looks at the thing more calmly, and he explains to Sauce how he ended up flying from an explosion. It was that his paw accidentally got caught in one of the spikes, and when he reset, the tail activated the spiky thing, and all of sudden he was blinded by a bright light and a powerful shock.

Sauce realizes what Chalk refers to. And once more, it’s clear as day who did it.

After a quick dialogue, both of them arrive to the conclusion that they will have to use the radar to find their way home, somehow only using the numbers that appear on the screen.

They carefully displace with the boat, and then the number disappears. A quick moment of panic washes over both Chalk and Sauce, fearing that the only thing they had to save themselves was broken. Yet, after collecting themselves, they come up with a different idea.

“What if, no number simply means there is nothing around us?” says Sauce. “It makes… sense…” replies Chalk.

They slowly drive a circle around the place where they were, hugging tightly expecting to explode into pieces and drown in the water, but after doing several laps, nothing happens. Confirming their theory and making them sigh a huge sigh of relief.

With that knowledge, they steadily drive around the mines, looking for areas where the radar doesn’t activate.

After a few minutes of this, Sauce and Chalk find a wall of seemingly endless “1”s appearing on the radar. Both of them start nervously shaking, fearing that they are trapped in a circle of mines.

But then, Chalk spots what seems like a coral reef just high enough to prevent the boat from passing over it without getting stuck.

“Could this be… the edge of the minefield…?”

“It would seem like it’s the edge of something… maybe here, there isn’t any mines…? The radar isn’t on…”

“it isn’t?”

Sauce and Chalk slowly drive through, finding there to be no mines right next to said edge.

“This must be our lucky day!” says Sauces excitedly. “But, I doubt it will always be like that…” replies Chalk.

“What if we could… Determine where a mine is just by looking at these numbers…?” says Chalk, pointing his paw at the radar. Sauce stares at the radar for a few seconds…