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Nov. 26th, 2019 11:27 pm“Did it work? Am I finally there?”
“Hoy, traveler! It’s been a long time since anyone last came. I was wondering if there was even a point to guarding this gate anymore.”
A third voice interjects. “Travelers come here all the time! We had one just yesterday!”
“Ignore him,” the first guard says. “The other guard always lies.”
“It’s real,” the traveler says to himself. “All this time … It’s real.”
“Most visitors react like that,” the first guard says. “Welcome to Philosophia, the land where all thought experiments live! Now, before you pass the gate, I need to check you for contraband. In the past, we had some issues with time bombs …
By the time the inspection finishes, the traveler has regained some of his composure. “I don’t know what I’ll do now,” he admits. “I only thought about finding Philosophia, not about what I would do afterward.”
“Why, enjoy the sights, of course! Liar guard, can you handle the gate for a while?”
“Of course I can’t! I need your help to keep Philosophia safe!”
“You’re such a kidder. Walk with me, traveler.”
Past the gate, a thriving city, its architecture a mishmash of different times and places.
“On your left is the track,” the guard explains. “Achilles is racing a tortoise right now. No one is sure who’ll win. And over there is the Pin, our local dance hall. Some angels are hosting a competition soon.”
“I’m not much for athletics,” the traveler admits.
“Few of our visitors are. Well, if you prefer to train your mind, the observatory is up on that hill. They’re having a lecture tonight on astral teapots. Oh, and just across the street there, you can see one of our many theaters. Plato’s Cave. They perform shadow puppetry.”
“Why is there such a long line for the theater?” the traveler asks.
“Their new playwright is quite popular. No one knows who he is. He always signs his name as “an infinite number of monkeys,” but surely that’s just a joke. Anyway, there can’t be many tickets left, so if you want to see it, you’ll have to hurry. Wait, look before you cross the–”
Ding ding!
*Wham*
“Damn. We’ve got to fix the brakes on that trolley.”
“Hoy, traveler! It’s been a long time since anyone last came. I was wondering if there was even a point to guarding this gate anymore.”
A third voice interjects. “Travelers come here all the time! We had one just yesterday!”
“Ignore him,” the first guard says. “The other guard always lies.”
“It’s real,” the traveler says to himself. “All this time … It’s real.”
“Most visitors react like that,” the first guard says. “Welcome to Philosophia, the land where all thought experiments live! Now, before you pass the gate, I need to check you for contraband. In the past, we had some issues with time bombs …
By the time the inspection finishes, the traveler has regained some of his composure. “I don’t know what I’ll do now,” he admits. “I only thought about finding Philosophia, not about what I would do afterward.”
“Why, enjoy the sights, of course! Liar guard, can you handle the gate for a while?”
“Of course I can’t! I need your help to keep Philosophia safe!”
“You’re such a kidder. Walk with me, traveler.”
Past the gate, a thriving city, its architecture a mishmash of different times and places.
“On your left is the track,” the guard explains. “Achilles is racing a tortoise right now. No one is sure who’ll win. And over there is the Pin, our local dance hall. Some angels are hosting a competition soon.”
“I’m not much for athletics,” the traveler admits.
“Few of our visitors are. Well, if you prefer to train your mind, the observatory is up on that hill. They’re having a lecture tonight on astral teapots. Oh, and just across the street there, you can see one of our many theaters. Plato’s Cave. They perform shadow puppetry.”
“Why is there such a long line for the theater?” the traveler asks.
“Their new playwright is quite popular. No one knows who he is. He always signs his name as “an infinite number of monkeys,” but surely that’s just a joke. Anyway, there can’t be many tickets left, so if you want to see it, you’ll have to hurry. Wait, look before you cross the–”
Ding ding!
*Wham*
“Damn. We’ve got to fix the brakes on that trolley.”
