A hypercube and a Klein bottle met at a bar called Minkowski’s. The hypercube drank gin and tapped her corners on the bar when she laughed. The Klein bottle was all curves – he drank whisky straight up but had nowhere to store it. The hypercube became aroused by the puddle that formed. When night fell, light from the street flooded in and cast a shadow of them behind the bar. In two dimensions they looked as if they were holding hands. The hypercube wept and admitted she was a tesseract. The Klein bottle turned away – he knew he could never satisfy all her dimensions.
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