Fourthland: A Fanfic of Many Dimensions

FlatlandFanficYesterday, I wrote about Flatland and how it talked Beings the exist in lower dimensions. And as hard as it might be to think of some form of life existing in four dimensions it doesn’t mean that it is impossible. And if we apply the same experiences that were outlined in Flatland, an encounter with a four-dimensional being might go something like this.

You hear a voice seemingly from nowhere then a form appears in front of you he seems to have a human form but he is far too perfect, in every way and seeming both beautiful and artificial at the same time. he tells you that he is not a man but a Hyperman from a Land with four dimensions. You scoff a tell him that this can’t be since you can see him, touch him, and while you are not sure how he manage his arrival you are quite certain that he is human. As a demonstration he disappears once again and from his vantage point of the fourth dimensional position he tells you what is happening in the next room and in the house next door. You check and the creature seems to be telling the truth, but  you are not convinced,”its a trick”, you are sure. He then goes on to describe your internal organs explaining that from his position he can easily see everything inside and out about you. As another demonstration of his honesty he dips a figure into your throat and you immediately gag feeling the pressure inside you esophagus. The “hyperman” apologizes for the discomfort, but at this point you have had enough you scream telling him to depart and now. You are sure that he is a madman or a wizard or both. In a last ditch effort to convince you, he offers to show you the world as he experiences it and brings you into Fourthland, giving you four dimensions.

You see how fast the universe is in the other direct, a sort of in and out direction if you will. the world is exactly a infinite but somehow bigger. You turn around and see Spaceland as the hyperman refers to it and you see what feels like everything, much more than you could see in a single glance before, you see people’s insides and outside together, its not x-ray its as if they are transparently solid. Your words fail, Spaceland simply does not have the vocabulary it seems.

So after you return to Spaceland as you are now referring to it your thank the Hyperman for opening your eyes and vow to spread the word and tell everyone what you have learned. He bids you goodbye, glad that he has finally convinced you. But as you begin telling people what you have seen you remember the ineffable quality of what you have seen and struggle to make other understand. you begin to resort to parables and analogy, but they are woefully inadequate. Some choose to believe you but mostly out of some loyalty to you, not from any true understanding, and most, understandably choose to dismiss you claims and non-sense, which is what is sounds like, even to your own ears as the months pass. And soon you find it easier and more satisfying to help people live better lives, since there is no helping them see the fourth dimension.

Ultimately you convince yourself that it was a dream, and you stop bringing it up even in private moments. You long to see that vision again but you are afraid that it is lost forever and that you are trapped in Spaceland for the rest of your life. When the end of your life approaches you hope to yourself that once you pass from this world you might joint the hyperman, which you are not sure you ever really met, in Fourland.


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