One thousand (1000) is a natural number.
In scientific notation, it is written as 103. The standard prefix for a thousand is "kilo-".
The Roman numeral for hundred is M (for mille).
See also: millennium
Thousand is also the name of a single released by techno artist Moby, which has the world record for the fastest tempo in beats-per-minute (BPM) of any released single. It clocks in at approximately 1,000 BPM, hence the title of the recording.
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