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Message: <blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4474719" data-attributes="member: 3285">Gates of Delirium: Part 6 – HypercubeThey moved quickly from room to room, the gradual encroachment of the shimmering wall giving chase.  They finally cleared four more rooms, for a total of ten.  Fielding dutifully marked them down with his watch.Jim-Bean looked up. “I don’t remember that being here before.”There were drawings of a tesseract on each of the panels of the walls, ceiling, and floor that didn’t contain a door.  Fielding started laughing.  “A tesseract!  Of course! I can’t believe I didn’t see it before, it’s been staring at us in the face the whole time!”  “Uh…what?” asked Hammer, concerned that the man had finally lost his mind. “Look, a tesseract, it’s another name for a hypercube, a four-dimensional cube,” said Fielding with exasperation. “All the elements are there: rooms repeating, rooms folding in on themselves, teleportation, it could all very well add up.  Look here, let’s call one dimension length.” He scratched a line in the wall.  “And represent that with a simple line.” He scratched another line, outlining a square. “Two dimensions are length and width, which can be represented by a simple square.” He scratched a three-dimensional representation of a cube. “Now if we extend that square one more dimension we get a cube, which has three dimensions: length, width, and depth. Here’s the really funky part.  If you take this cube and extend it one more dimension we get a tesseract.”“I always thought time was considered the fourth dimension,” said McNab. “Sure that’s just one idea, but what if you have a fourth spatial dimension?” asked Fielding. “A hypercube isn’t supposed to be real, it’s just a theoretical construct.”Hammer rubbed his forehead.  “This place gives me a headache.”McNab shook his head.  “Right, anyway, here’s my theory for what it’s worth.  I’ve been seeing Dr. Tarrou for months.  I was on the verge of a breakdown before I met him.” He stabbed an accusing finger in Hammer’s direction. “He told us we were going to participate in some form of experimental therapy when you goons showed up! I think they’ve got us strapped to tables in some CIFA prison somewhere, high on LSD.”“That’s right.  I…” Fielding blinked.  “I didn’t remember it before, but that’s right. My wife had just divorced me.  Doctor Tarrou was treating me…he told me to come to his home for experimental therapy, the drugs he gave me weren’t working…”“Does that number mean anything?” asked Jim-Bean.  There was a number scratched into the ceiling: 60659. It wasn’t there before.“Sixty thousand, six hundred and fifty nine rooms?” wondered Fielding.  “God, I hope not,” said Hammer.</blockquote>

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