MiT:Line IV, part II

I need to ask you something important. This is like life and death here, Nat." Nathan said as he tried to look like he was covering his eyes. But he could still see the half-naked girl from a gap between his fingers, as she was trying to hurry up and get her clothes back on.

"I'll talk to you in a minute. NOW CLOSE THE DOOR, AND GET OUT!" Natasha shouted.

Nathan closed the door and waited in the hall as he overheard his sister apologizing for his rude interruption.

"I'm so sorry, babe. I swear nothing like this will ever happen once I get my own place." he backed away from the door as he heard footsteps coming his way. He wanted to make it look like he wasn't listening in on the conversation. But Nat knew him far too well. The door opened, and the two women came out with Natasha. The both of them passed by Nathan, completely ignoring him as they did. Nat walked the other woman to the front door and gave her a passionate kiss before saying, "Have a great day at work, Alana. I wanna hear all about it when you get back, okay?"

As the other girl left, she turned and cast a look at Nathan. It was almost petrifying. A look that would have turned him to stone if he was in some fictional story with mythological characters. If he knew even remotely about Greek myths, he'd relate that look to Madusa. But he wasn't nearly that cultured.

"You're back on that lesbo kick again? God, that's gross." Nathan said with a grimace. He was always like that, unaccepting of his sister's choices.

"For your information, I was always 'on that lesbo kick,' you intolerant douche! I was never into men, and I should thank you for that cuz you give me daily reminders of why I made that decision." She said bluntly. Nat was the kind of person who was at peace with herself; she knew exactly who she was, and god help anyone who tried to tell her otherwise. Nat knew how to put Nathan in his place.

"God made men to be with women and women to be with men; that's just facts, but no, you got liberal nonsense filled in your head.."

"If God wanted it that way, he wouldn't have made my tongue work the way it does." she said, with a smile, knowing it would mess with his head, while still showing a hint of being bothered by her own vulgarity " If a man took the time to think about a woman's vulnerability and the trust she gives, instead of the thrust he gives, guys might start to actually realize how important it is for a woman to want them inside of her and how much that really means, you dumbass. All you think about is sex, and yet, you still have no idea what it means. You have no concern with really appreciating it as something special and not some perverse conquest to add to your list of immature achievements. That's your problem, Nat. That's the problem with every man." She sat down on a chair. "The day when men learn to respect a vagina with their mind before any other part of their body will be the day I won't have so much on my plate. NOPE, Unintended," Nat said with a snarky cackle.

"Oh, keep laughing, Nat, you'll be laughing your way straight to hell," Nathan said in revulsion.

"Well, if that's true, I guess you'll be right there with me cuz I wonder what God would have to say about you sucking Henry Wellermen's cock back in freshman year?" Nat struck back again with a triumphant smile. "Besides, if there actually was a god, then I doubt he'd have a problem with anything women say or do after seeing how the majority of the men he created are egotistical assholes, who have nothing on their minds except what someone else has in their pants," Natasha stated.

"First of all, you know well enough that it was a dare. I didn't wanna do it. I had to. You know exactly how serious that game was back when we were kids. I couldn't back out on a dare. It would have made me look like a pussy."

"And having a penis slide in and out of your mouth made you look like a pillar of masculinity? God, Nate, you have no idea what you believe in. All your arguments, your beliefs, they're all so small-minded and unimaginative, it's like you're stuck in this puddle of tar, and when someone tries to pull you out, free your mind, all you can comprehend is pull them in with you." Natasha said with a snort.

"Whatever, okay!" Nathan yelled in frustration, "Just give me an answer. Do you still talk to that black bro you used to date? You know the math teacher?" Nathan's question prompted a puzzled look on his sister's face.

"First of all, he is a friend, and Why would you want to talk to him? Don't you have enough innocent minorities to assault at work? Why do you want to abuse my friends?" She said mockingly

"First of all," Nathan said, mocking his sister in return, "the man I 'accidentally' hurt was a Caucasian drug informant, and he had it coming. Also, I sincerely apologize to that homie I accidentally hit while responding to a 911 emergency. It was an honest mistake. Doctor Dickface McSlapnutts even commended me on how polite and respectful it was when I bought a BLM shirt to show that I support the blacks. It was a big deal at the precinct. I was breaking barriers. That's what he told the captain." Nathan declared in a matter-of-factly tone.

"The City police psychologist's name is Richard Manzana, you pea-brained idiot. After having listened to your socially and politically insensitive ramblings for the entirety of my life, the sad thing to admit is, I believe that you believe what you just said wasn't in the least bit offensive." Nat's tone, softly infused with concern, as idiotic, thickheaded, and insensitive as he was, Nathan was still her brother. "But even through your flaws and your unbelievably massive and very narcissistic ego, I still love you because you're my twin brother, and I'm grateful for you and for the fact that you keep reminding me how much I love my job and the little reminders that I made the right decision when I took the deputy position at the county jail instead of working with you in that pig-headed, corrupt, racist, abusive, under-budgeted, mismanaged, discriminative, precinct. I could go on all day, and I still wouldn't scratch the surface of how messed up that place is."

"The only thing we have in common is our looks. Nat, beyond that, was like gas and water," Nathan said with a glare.

"Okay, it's oil and water, you dingus. And don't forget that we both also love Alana's ass. I know you were sneaking peeks while she was getting dressed, you absolute pervert!" she punched him gently on the shoulder, "Anyhow, my FRIEND teaches at the U of M during the week. You can use your already super-abused detective powers to find him yourself. Now, if you don't mind, I have to shower so I can get ready for my night shift. I have a long night of cavity-searching prostitutes in the line of duty ahead of me. If I'm the first female deputy there, that means I'll get the first wave of them while they're still fresh before they've made their rounds" Nat beamed as she left the room.

Nathan was frustrated with the lack of information Nat had given him, but it was a start, he could start putting some wheels in motion. He gave one of his contacts at the precinct a call.

"Hey, Pat, yeah, good to hear your voice, man! Yeah, bro, I need you to find me a dude who teaches math at the University of Minnesota." He told Pat everything he knew about the teacher, and then he waited.

"Yeah, got them. You'll need a piece of paper and something to write with; I'll tell you what building he has his office in. You can go up to the place and find him."

"Alright, got it, thanks, bud," Nathan didn't want to waste any more time, so he drove straight to the university.

He arrived at the building and went straight up to the woman sitting at the front desk. After he told her who he wanted to see, she told him that the professor was in class at the moment. He then managed to get the location of Professor Jackson's math class.

There were still students in the room, so he waited in the hallway until the room cleared out of everyone except Professor Aubert Jackson. Once Nathan saw that the coast was clear, he walked straight into the room, and Aubert was packing up his stuff.

"What's up, brotha?" The officer said in a way that managed to sound as offensive as you could imagine.

"Hello, do I know you…?" Aubert barely recognized Nathan, but his face did seem very familiar.

"Yeah, man, don't you remember, it is me, Nathan. You used to go out with my sister." Nathan enthusiastically tried to remind him.

"Ah, Yes, Natasha's brother, the police officer. You'll have to forgive me if your name escapes me." Professor Jackson said in a tone that said he was clearly disinterested in anything that Nathan would have to say to him, "And I never did date Nat. We were good friends." He clarified.

"Well, whatever, you can call me Nate, or you know, we can just skip the formalities, be casual, and call each other Bro's, right?"

Dr. Johnson clearly didn't like that; he was apprehensive of Nathan, to begin with, and his insistence on appearing friendly was…alarming.

"I would prefer to keep whatever this is, entirely formal and that said, what, may I ask, is the reason for your unannounced interruption of my class schedule?" Professor Jackson inquired, and everything about his tone said that he did not want to be a part of this conversation.

"So…you like to do math and are pretty smart, so you know a lot about things related to math, am I right?" Nathan asked.

"Well…" Processor Johnson adjusted his glasses, "I do have an extensive background in mathematics and applied physics."

"Brilliant," Nathan smiled, "I have this book, and I wanted to find out if you could tell me what some of the stuff in here is about, or like…what it means." He took the journal out of his bag and gave it over to the doctor. As Nathan handed the journal to Professor Jackson, it immediately piqued the man's interest.

After a few pages, Professor Jackson finally looked up.

"Did you…write these?" He asked, with a confused look on his face.

"Nah, I just found them. Why do you ask? Are they important?"

"No…actually quite the opposite. I ask because they are completely nonsensical; they are quantum physics formulas, yes, but they appear as if they were written by someone who seemingly knows nothing about physics at all. I mean, these don't even account for basic physical formulas. Regrettably, I am unable to help you, brutha," Professor Jackson said with a sly smirk as he simply picked up his stuff and walked out of the room, leaving Nathan there without a single look.

As Nathan returned home, he angrily threw the journal over the counter. In his rage, he didn't notice that it fell near Nat's room, and he started reading through the other journal.s

In the journals, he found the following entries.

"Time is not the fourth dimension. In fact, our mind's consciousness is the fourth dimension. Time itself is simply a construct created by man to measure a day. It became a prison for our minds, which are the actual manifestations of the ACTUAL 4th dimension."

Nathan found that slightly interesting, so he chose to read on. He read everything written in the journal about the other dimensions, starting with the 4th dimension.

Time is a construction of the 4th dimension, which manifests our mind's thoughts. We can recreate what we see in three dimensions, using only the power of our consciousness. We think of something, and we build it, we write, or draw it. That which we choose to create can only be created in two dimensions when it is written or drawn. Anything that is two-dimensional can only recreate that which it has been instructed to develop in detail by what exists one size above it. Meaning that the two-dimensional beings are controlled by three-dimensional ones.

For Example, if an artist is working on a comic or a story and they are painting a tree, the tree starts off as a one-dimensional thought. Now, it's just a tree in the artist's mind, but what if they put it on paper? Now, it exists in two dimensions. But how the tree looks, and its story will be controlled by that which is three-dimensional, which is the artist.

So, the one-dimensional thought of a tree and story is now turned into a two-dimensional image of a tree, which was commanded by the three-dimensional artist.

Looking at the dimensional scale diagram, you can understand that any being in a higher dimension can create something bigger than themselves just by thinking about it.

A three-dimensional being, like you or me, can also think of a being from a higher dimension, like a space whale or an abomination, that is beyond our mind's conception.

Once you understand that, you begin to see that the entire universe exists in dimensional layers, with each being connected to both those on a higher plane of existence and those lower than itself.

The governing bodies of this universe are sentient beings, those who can think beyond their own existence and use the power of their minds to unlock other dimensions from themselves. This is what I'm going to share with the world when I wake up from this coma I am in now.

We humans have evolved from microorganisms, which I like to call space bacteria, bacteria as we know it, here on Earth, spread in colonies, connected to each other. Since we are bacteria from space, our universe, in its entirety, is a colony of bacteria attached to each other. Who knows, maybe this entire colony, the universe, is attached to a tentacle of some interdimensional space whale or a multi-universal creature beyond our understanding. Everything we think of can be true, and it's all connected in so many ways.

We are like the ignorant and oblivious bacteria living on a space whale's gargantuan body, like insects in a quantum realm.

Think of it like this: the more primitive something is on the outside, the more intelligent and advanced it can be on the inside. Take two examples: The first deals with our human bodies as a whole. Human bodies work in ways we honestly do not fully understand and are still learning more about ourselves based on our current scientific understandings and knowledge or beliefs about our world. The point is that our bodies just work on their own due to presupposed systems that we have no power over. Cells that heal don't know how they heal or why. They just do their job unaware of what goes on inside of them or what makes them do their programmed work.

The other example is of a person. This is Nate. Nate is a character on a piece of paper. Nate is two-dimensional. I, as a three-dimensional artist, am going to tell Nate to draw something. I ask Nate to draw an Eldritch horror or a space jellyfish, whatever I feel like having him draw. Now, I tell Nate to grow some bacteria on this creature's body. Bate does as he is said, but Nate's knowledge and actions are derivative of me, the three-dimensional being who made Nate, so Nate only knows what I know.

Now, I ask Nate to write a story about the bacteria on this Jellyfish's body evolving on a microscopic level into a colony that becomes humans. They still exist on the jellyfish but are unaware of its existence. Now, my two-dimensional character, Nate, created a one-dimensional character that spawned into and gave birth to the idea of a three-dimensional reality. All of this is an idea that came from my fourth-dimensional mind, which has cells in it that have their own ecosystems. There are nanoscopic universes in these cells. That is the 5th dimension, and inside of those ecosystems, more miniature ecosystems make up the 6th dimension. Inside those ecosystems, there are even smaller ecosystems that make up the 7th dimension. This goes on and on and on and so forth. There are unlimited dimensions that keep getting smaller and smaller, and they just get more advanced as they get smaller. Think of that in the sense of massively extreme time dilation: the more forward you go, the more developed universes you will find because time is slower for each quantum universe. Thus, the more primitive something is on the outside, the more advanced and intelligent it is internally because of the microscopic beings living inside it. So it goes."

The final line in the journal entry reads, "What do you think, a pretty cool idea, huh?"