Meanwhile, Sally and Lord Aththththothoth were on the far-away planet in the 8th dimension. They had realized very early on that it would be a dangerous and perilous journey, but that they must reach the nearest inter-dimensional gateway in order to save Earth. And so they set out across the waste lands; Sally had to learn how to navigate through the three dimensions of time and how to find her way through the curving-inter-facing-dimensional-space portals and channels that protruded from the sickly purple fungi and massive fibrous filaments that sprouted from the ground like angry owls after supper.
Soon they reached a large stone block in the middle of a vast plane. The block was perfect hyper-hyper-cube, as they later found out, and measured exactly 200 cubic lights-years in each direction (remember, that "distance" as we know is measured in three dimensions in this 8-dimensional world). They entered through a door that was disturbingly both shut and closed and passed into a large atrium that was light by a gelatinous blob that screamed in agony for no apparent reason.
Suddenly, out of no where, a piece of cheese cake (Chicago) dropped onto the floor and splattered everywhere. And with that the cheese cake burst into green flames and smoked hideously into ashes.
And then the acrid smell of burnt cake began to...to speak. Sally began to "smell" the words in the 2b-3 dimensional olfactory construct. She learned of how an evil race of larval platypuses had invaded the planet and subjugated the native race of fuzzy, cute cuddly, warm, toasty, fun, adorable puppies whose only concern was frolicking and leaping and cuddling all their lives. And so this giant hyper-hyper cube was the last attempt of the puppies to save their planet. But they were enslaved and now this Chicago cheese cake was their final hope to communicated their desperate pleas for help.
And so the smells then told her that Sally and Lord Arthtoth had a quest, a quest to save this race of adorable frolicking puppies from the tyranny of the larval platypuses. And, in exchange for this good deed, the puppies would lead her to their secret inter-dimensional portal that goes to Earth.
Soon they reached a large stone block in the middle of a vast plane. The block was perfect hyper-hyper-cube, as they later found out, and measured exactly 200 cubic lights-years in each direction (remember, that "distance" as we know is measured in three dimensions in this 8-dimensional world). They entered through a door that was disturbingly both shut and closed and passed into a large atrium that was light by a gelatinous blob that screamed in agony for no apparent reason.
Suddenly, out of no where, a piece of cheese cake (Chicago) dropped onto the floor and splattered everywhere. And with that the cheese cake burst into green flames and smoked hideously into ashes.
And then the acrid smell of burnt cake began to...to speak. Sally began to "smell" the words in the 2b-3 dimensional olfactory construct. She learned of how an evil race of larval platypuses had invaded the planet and subjugated the native race of fuzzy, cute cuddly, warm, toasty, fun, adorable puppies whose only concern was frolicking and leaping and cuddling all their lives. And so this giant hyper-hyper cube was the last attempt of the puppies to save their planet. But they were enslaved and now this Chicago cheese cake was their final hope to communicated their desperate pleas for help.
And so the smells then told her that Sally and Lord Arthtoth had a quest, a quest to save this race of adorable frolicking puppies from the tyranny of the larval platypuses. And, in exchange for this good deed, the puppies would lead her to their secret inter-dimensional portal that goes to Earth.
(OP: Ben, December 14 2006)
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