Flatland Page #4

all you can do is babble and

- practice magic tricks!

- You must be a madman,

or dimensionally deficient!

You six inch idiot!

You think you're the perfection of existence,

but in reality you're the most imperfect.

You say you know the world,

but all you see is a Point!

You can't even see Lines!

Well, I can! In fact, I am a Line of Lines!

A Square!

In my world, as superior as I am to you,

- in my world I'm nothing compared

to the greatest of polygons!

- Enough! Enough!

I'll pierce you through!

DIE, EVIL CREATURE! DIE EVIL CREATURE!

DIE! DIE! DIE!

Yay! Last day of the year!

Last day of the millennium! Eeeeee!

- Go play in your rooms!

- Can we play outside?

- No. In the house today.

- What for? It's New Year's Eve!

- The city's not safe. OK? Inside today!

- That's not fair!

And mind your angles and points!

- Any news on the radio?

- Static.

- Not a good sign.

- The whole world's gone mad!

- Remember the client I saw yesterday?

- Yes.

- She killed herself.

- Your brother warned you.

- Well, I certainly can't defend her now.

- I don't know if I can continue.

- Continue what?

- My practice.

I can't defend guilty people anymore...

- But...

- not after yesterday.

- What would you do?

- How would you make ends meet?

- Peter Pentagon, morning news!

Sorry for the technical

difficulties this morning.

Turns out a couple of Chromatists

broke our transmitter.

But everything's back to

normal here at the station.

Speaking of Chromatists,

they caused a lot of problems yesterday.

Thankfully,

President Circle's fixed them but good.

A riot raged across the city

for over twelve hours yesterday.

The death toll is mounting and

officials say it may reach thousands.

- Thousands...!

- But authorities finally achieved

order round midnight last night.

Over three hundred Irregulars and

Chromatists are under arrest.

The President will be speaking

to the citizenry later today.

In his public statement,

he's going to warn the North...

not to take advantage of the

unrest to start anything funny...

- Not funny like that. Funny the other way.

- At least they stopped the riots.

But so many dead!

Those horrible Chromatists!

What about your brother?

You should go out, find him,

you make sure he's okay!

Get that off your side this instant!

Don't you know what those

Chromatists did yesterday?

- They're murderers!

- What?

Do you want to be associated with murderers?

They killed people by the thousands!

Your uncle may be dead!

- And here you are coloring your sides!

- I didn't know! I didn't know!

Keep the door locked while I'm gone!

B! B Square! Are you in there?

- Who is it?

- It's me, A Square!

- Mrs. B, do you know where your husband is?

- How do I know it's you, A Square?

- It's me, it's me!

- My husband told me not to

open the door for anyone!

- Is your husband there? Is he alright?

- No! I haven't heard anything!

- He didn't come home last night!

- Do you know where he might be?

- He told me he would be at the Great Hall.

- I'll go there and check for him, Mrs. B.

You stay there and do as

your husband told you to do.

Keep your door closed and locked!

f I hear anything I'll come

right back and let you know.

- Tell him I love him!

- I will! Be safe!

- Ah, Excuse me...ah..

- Whaddya want?

My brother... B Square is his name.

He works for the President.

- Is he here?

- I don't know, pal.

Can I go in? I promise

I won't be a brother... uh,a, a bother?

Buddy, you already are a bother.

- We got martial law here.

Head home, wait it out.

- I know you.

Mr. Attorney for the suicidal Chromatists.

My brother works for the President,

I was just trying to find out if he was okay...

Well if you and your kind

hadn't spent all our taxes...

defending those Irregular Chromatist Scum,

maybe you wouldn't have to be

worried about your damn brother.

- Look at what they've done!

- Sir, I just do my job...

Yeah? Did your job choose you?

- You didn't have any choice in the matter?

- Please. My brother works for the President.

I need to know if he's alive.

Can I please pass?

- What've you got there?

- A... glow point...

- Yeah?

- Let me see.

- I... it's for my son...

Not anymore.

Wow! Must be pretty expensive.

- Yes, yes it is...

- Money don't mean much right now.

Not with martial law.

No commerce allowed.

Course a smart man might make his way...

- illegally bartering...

- I got it yesterday,

before everything happened...

- as a gift for my son..

- You didn't steal this, did you?

Partake in a little looting?

Now that it's yours, can I pass? Please?

Soldier,

if this Square is still here when I get back,

I will personally run you

through before I slice him.

- Am I clear?

- Crystal, sir.

- Damn sympathizers...

fifth columnists...

- Move along, sir.

- Can you at least give him a message?

- Can you...

- A lot of people are dead.

Let's not add to the count.

- A! Did you find him?

- The city's locked tight as a drum

- What do you have there?

- Nothing. I found it on the street.

May be valuable.

I'm gonnna go put it in the safe...

- Dad?

- What is it, Hex?

- If three to the second power is nine,

- what is three to the third power?

- Son, this isn't a good time for a math lesson.

In math class, I asked what three

to the third power means in geometry,

- and my teacher threatened me with detention!

- Well, she should have.

Geometry and the world

have only two dimensions.

- But why?

- It's the way of the world.

- Last night, for instance, I had a dream...

- But what does a square,

moving somehow parallel to itself,

what would it make?

- Like, it must make something else...

- It would make a wonderful brainache.

- Now, go play with your brothers.

- But they're all...

- Pentagons, yes. They're pentagons

And you are A Hexagon.

If you're too good to play with them,

- then go study in your room

and stop talking nonsense!

- I can't do anything right!

The boy must be going mad...

He isn't mad. How can you say that!

He's just a little confused.

Three to the third power

has an obvious meaning!

- Ohh! Ohh ....What is that - a point?

- No... a line!

- It's a... a demon!

- It's a circle!

I'm no demon.

You were right the third time.

In a sense, I am a circle.

A circle more perfect than any seen in Flatland.

Sir, forgive us, but...

How did you change your circumference?

No circle I've heard of can do that...

and how did you get in here?

- By "in here", do you mean Flatland?

- Flatland...?

A woman who...

A woman I met yesterday

called the world Flatland.

Did she? Good for her.

Madam, I have a message

to deliver to your husband,

if you wouldn't mind...

Oh! Are you really are a circle?

I mean a... priest? Eeee, eeee, eeee.

A message for my husband from a Prist Circle?

Oh! Yes, by all means. Eeee, eeee, eeee.

Please forgive us our shock...

our amazement... our...

Eeee, eeee, eeee. I'm leaving, I'm going.

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