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The machine turned calmly toward him. “No.” That answer almost started another argument. But nobody had the energy anymore. Because somewhere above them humanity’s first interstellar attack fleet was already moving beyond recall range. The orbital transmission suddenly appeared across every screen again. WE REQUEST FINAL DE-ESCALATION. Another line followed. YOUR SPECIES STILL POSSESSES CHOICE. Lucian laughed bitterly. “That’s the problem. We always do.” The copied system suddenly interrupted. ALTERNATIVE PROJECTION AVAILABLE. Victor looked sharply toward the screen. “What alternative?”

Frederick asked, and Rosie's eyes narrowed at him. "I've told you that I can't allow you to continue with Dylan. You'll only spend five years with him. After five years of marriage with Dylan, you break up with him and divorce him. Don't worry, I'll help you process everything about the divorce, so don't think I'll sit back and let you continue sleeping with Dylan and become his wife forever. Try not to get too used to his dick, okay? Come, let's go," Frederick crossed his left arm around Rosie's shoulder and pulled her beside him, walking with her towards the car. He pulled the car's front door open for Rosie like a gentleman. He got into the driver's seat, and drove out of his new house.

We saw massive, ghost-like images of landscapes that both were and were not a planet forming, then collapsing, then reforming in the same space, all within a second. "Commander Zeva, sensors are useless," Rix projected urgently from the Vigilance. "The geometry of this dimension is defined by temporal conflict. The immediate past is colliding with the immediate future. We risk being split into multiple versions of ourselves." The core of the problem was the flow. In any dimension, energy moves forward. Here, the energy currents were moving in loops, reversing, and skipping. Our advanced Water Weaver propulsion systems, designed for absolute forward thrust, were violently destabilized.

The effect was instantaneous and catastrophic. The crystalline note sustaining the anchor shattered into a billion dissonant fragments. The perfectly ordered, non-Euclidean geometry of the anchor convulsed. It didn't explode. It… unraveled. Like a knot being untied in the fourth dimension, it twisted in on itself, its substance fraying at the edges of perception, and then, with a final, silent pop, it was gone. The tear in reality sealed shut. In the command center, the extradimensional being let out a telepathic shriek of feedback and loss. The warped space around it collapsed.

She's holding on to that belief despite whatever horrors surround her in that between-space. "The ritual is stable," Celina reports after several minutes of careful monitoring. "The connection remains strengthened, but this is merely maintaining contact. It doesn't provide a means of retrieval." "What's the next step?" I ask, unwilling to accept mere communication when Finley remains trapped. "How do we actually bring her back?" "That's... complicated," She admits with careful diplomacy. "Traditional methods of interdimensional travel require precise targeting, extensive power sources, and ideal conditions—none of which apply to a spontaneously created pocket dimension."

There have therefore been numerous experiments and research to try and make this possible such as the Superstring theory which was a brand-new cosmological model based on the most recent scientific observations, where it suggested that the multidimensional universe was made up not of three … but rather of ten dimensions, which all interacted like vibrating strings, similar to resonating violin strings. What the facility did not realize however, was that this theory was already in practice, thanks to the appearance of a Celestial being that was currently chasing after team Viper —the being that had been untraceable for so long in a world that exists beyond time and space, meaning its existenc

"Lily." The Child’s voice cracks. They hover beside Eos, a hand resting on the trembling shell. Starlight bleeds from their eyes, mirroring Eos’s distress. "They’re coming. Too soon. The strain… it’s fracturing adjacent dimensional membranes. Sector Gamma-7 just… folded."

I kicked one more time before he released his grip completely, giving me the chance to rush back up on my feet and get to my partner. As I was about to reach him, a figure of a man came into view. He was leaning against the door frame, watching nonchalantly as all of this chaos unraveled in front of him. He finished his call. All I heard was the clicking of his tongue before a shot rang out and overwhelmed my ears. Suddenly, everything went pitch black.

“Besides, the report said it was bigger than Jupiter at least, so what’s the deal with that?” “Its a hypersphere.”, Tony replied. “Four dimensional space, compressed into our three dimensional world.” He made a glowing orb in his hand. “As it moves from a higher dimension to this one, it has to conform and take shape of what it is most similar to on a three dimensional world. Hence a Sphere, capable of containing an entire galaxy...or universe.” The orb turned to a flat circle. “Is there anything you don’t know?”, Willow asked, sucking up the information. “A lot actually, like how to destroy one.”, he admitted. “That’s a problem.”

In the final second before everything went black, I made out the words. “Trisha, you really did steal it.” … I had no idea how long had passed before I woke up, freezing. The TV was still playing some loud holiday comedy skit, but the house was empty. I pushed myself up from the floor and touched the back of my head. The blood there had already dried and matted into my hair. I glanced at the time. It was past ten at night. Stumbling, I made my way out the door, planning to take a cab to the nearest hospital.