Chapter TwelveI orient myself much faster this time, and float there, pseudo-staring at the impossible shapes all around me.
In my immediate proximity, most of the shapes are similar and look like a cloud of green, chilly, oatmeal-tasting cubes with more than six faces and more than twelve edges. They all emit music so foreboding it could be used as a horror movie score.
Ignoring the music, I try to touch one of these cubes.
I find that I can’t.
Whatever serves as my appendage here simply twitches in fear—metaphorically speaking. I guess I’m not ready to see a future that frightening.
I move forward and locate a swarm of warm, chick-yellow, marshmallow-tasting hybrids between a hexagon and a cylinder. They play a milder tune, though also frightening.
Picking one at random, I try to t
