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26 <strong>surfing</strong> <strong>through</strong> hyperspace<br />
Sally nods. "I can think of another way Flatlanders can distinguish<br />
objects. They can tell when one object is front of another, and this also<br />
provides a visual depth cue." Sally places one of her hands in front of the<br />
other. "The same is true in our world. I see one hand in front of my other<br />
hand. I don't assume that one hand is magically passing <strong>through</strong> the<br />
other hand. I recognize that there is a third dimension of space, and that<br />
one hand is closer than the other in this dimension."<br />
"Right. Just as we build up a mental image of our 3-D world, the Flatlanders<br />
have many ways to understand and survive in their 2-D world."<br />
You pause. "But Abbott's book doesn't only discuss 2-D worlds. It also discusses<br />
the square's visions of a 1-D world called Lineland. The square says":<br />
I saw before me a vast multitude of small Straight Lines (which I<br />
naturally assumed to be Women) interspersed with other Beings<br />
still smaller and of the nature of lustrous points—all moving to and<br />
fro in one and the same Straight Line, and as nearly as I could<br />
judge, with the same velocity.<br />
A noise of confused multitudinous chirping or twittering issued<br />
from them at intervals as long as they were moving, but sometimes<br />
they ceased from motion, and then all was silence.<br />
Approaching one of the largest of what I thought to be Women,<br />
I accosted her, but received no answer. A second and a third appeal<br />
on my part were equally ineffectual. Losing patience at what<br />
appeared to me intolerable rudeness, I brought my mouth into a<br />
position full in front of her mouth so as to intercept her motion,<br />
and loudly repeated my question, "Woman, what signifies this concourse,<br />
and this strange and confused chirping, and this monotonous<br />
motion to and fro in one and the same Straight Line?"<br />
"I am no Woman," replied the small Line. "I am the Monarch of<br />
the world."<br />
You hand Abbott's drawing of Lineland to Sally. The drawing shows<br />
women as mere dots and the rest of the inhabitants as lines (Fig. 2.2).<br />
Sally studies the diagram. "It seems to me that the only parts the<br />
Linelanders can see of one another are single points."<br />
"Right."<br />
"How do the Linelanders tell where other inhabitants are located in<br />
their world?"