The Grand Battle [Game Over!]

Originally posted on MSPA by Aryogaton.

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Uh. I spent the last hour or two doing this *cough*. I was planning to do something here too.

“Y'know what intrigues me? Turn left.”

Aeon made a left, ignoring the Gentleman's drivel.

“I wonder. Why is it that you have not asked me who I am? Turn right.”

Aeon stopped and turned around, leaning on the bookshelf behind him. Ari mimicked his gesture, albeit not sarcastically.

“Is it what you expected me to do?” Aeon said.

Ari gave a slight chuckle. “Of course. You're just too unpredictable. Let's continue, shall we?” the Gentleman started to walk forward.

Aeon, seeing the situation useless, followed. This time, the Gentleman led the way.

“If you want to know, but just don't feel like asking, I am one of the Gentlemen. We're the ones who chose you and the other contestants for this battle.” He made a right, and continued to talk.

Aeon paid it no attention. Rather, the most significant thing on his mind was a faint, familiar drone. He looked ahead, as Ari made a left. Aeon stopped walking, and moments later, Ari came back from the turn with a look of curiosity.

“You don't wish to follow me anymore?” Ari said simply. “I would've expected you to just waltz off while I wasn't looking.”

“You expected that?”

This time, Ari was not as amused. “You wanted to see Amethyst did you not?” Aeon shrugged. “I… suppose we will be going our separate ways, then.” The Gentleman began walking the direction he intended to go.

“There is one thing. All I ask for is that… silver dough that you found.”

Ari froze, and dig through his suit. He produced the object and tossed it to Aeon. “Well you certainly have a strange way of asking what you want.” The term “silver dough” is recognizable but meaningless. Thus, he got what he wanted without giving away any further information.

Aeon caught it, and turned around. The men began to walk in opposite directions. The plan worked out perfectly.

***

In envisioning travel between the higher dimensions, an analogy may be used. Consider a perfectly-flat snow sheet, the kind made by undisturbed and continuous snowfall—I am sure you have seen this before.

As Aeon walked, the hum of a vacuum decreased, and eventually became completely inaudible.

You, as an individual who can pass above and around the snow sheet, can be considered to be a being of the higher dimensions. The flat sheet, then, represents the undisturbed matter of the lower dimensions.

He continued to walk until he came to another circular array of shelves, and a circular table in the middle.

If, say, you were to somehow disturb this fine sheet, whether by simply running your finger through it or lying down to make a snow-angel, then you have pushed the sheet into a higher dimension.

He sat down, and examined the debilitated quicksilver.

If you somehow regret this decision, then you may perhaps gather up bundles of snow and pack it into the hole you just made. However, regardless of how much you attempt to reestablish the perfect flat sheet, the task is impossible. You will find that the disturbed snow now occupies the same dimension as you.

He took his adaptive tool, and laid the two shapeshifting objects on the desk.

Thus, the analogy is explained. An object from Flatland, if pulled into the third dimension, permanently adopts the three-dimensional configuration. Although its two-dimensional shape may be preserved, it cannot return perfectly into Flatland, as doing so would crush its new properties.

He rolled the dull object into a ball, and pressed it into the base of his adaptive tool's handle.

We may perhaps place the Flatland object back into its own world with reasonable approximation, but we cannot return it to its perfect two-dimensional status. It now can, and always will be able to, extend into the higher dimensions.

Soon, a bead appeared on the adaptive tool, and it slowly grew.