Irashtar
Level: Delver
Rank Points: 41
Registered: 05-26-2005
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Re: Story Collaboration (+2)
bunch of random theories, in random order, trying to keep them all 'compatable', but whatever.
Firstly, I'm not sure if anyone else has brought this up, but perhaps the reason the sun doesn't toast the place is because it is not a sun, but by your very own rules, it is only an eighth of one!
one half-remembered piece of cosmology dealing with infinite cosmic strings brings up an interesting idea, where one kind of this string was only 7/8's of one, the other eighth cut out, and the edges gafted together, making it able for you to rotate around it only 315 degrees, and turn up at your starting point, taking this idea to extremes, we have that pie wedge of universe curled up and trying to make sense of itself, and doing pretty well, with the other eighth of a sun stuck to it, moving up and down for some unknown reason.
I think it's been mentioned before, but the way the world is twisted, this boundary at the hub (jeeze, just use discworld directions, at least laterally.) can't be reached, if you tryed to poke it, two others would get their finger in the way. you'd still be able to take something from the duplicate on your right however, if you don't mind another duplicate pinching yours.
the rim, perhaps this could be considered the boundary of the universe, would just be a wall of sky, and I'm betting would nearly hurt as much to look at close up than poking it. even if I 'm wrong about the string theory (*cough*), anything passing past it would not be compressed to a point, but a line, on the string.
One thing I really like about this theory is it only requires the spontanious creation of one simple impossible thing, which could be explained from another universe, in which it isn't impossible, rather than a near infinite number of impossible things, all happening right at once.
And one last thought, when quantum randomness puts this conciousness in that place, I will be taking an eighth of cherry pie in an eighth of a pan, sticking it up to the corner, and using a single peice of tape, stick it to itself, and drop it into the void, like a surreal voyager probe.
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