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Post by Judge Sam on May 30, 2009 17:00:06 GMT -5
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Post by Judge Sam on May 30, 2009 17:03:14 GMT -5
“Wow, take a look at that huge stadium!” Gabriela exclaimed as she pointed towards the baseball stadium they were approaching. “There’s something so classic, so prestigious about a big league baseball game. Something so American about it.”
“Gabriela, I know you’re new to the whole baseball thing, but…” Thor started.
“I can’t wait to eat a great American hotdog!” Gabriela interrupted. “Speaking of vendor food, I wonder if some guy carrying a giant tray of peanuts will traipse through the stands yelling: ‘Get yerr ‘nuts, get ‘em while they’re hot!’ That’d be exciting!”
“After that we could go to the gift shop and buy all sorts of things. I want to buy a jersey, a foam baseball finger, autographed baseballs, and…”
“One of those ten dollar seat cushions for your butt would be nice.” Tiberius stated. “Last time I was here, my friend bought two. One for his butt and one for his back. Those fold-up plastic seats aren’t very comfortable.”
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Post by Judge Sam on May 30, 2009 17:07:52 GMT -5
“And I want a pretty little stuffed animal with the team’s mascot on it.” Gabriela continued as the group got out of the car, closed the car doors, and walked towards the stadium. “Maybe a cute teddy bear, or a lion, or maybe some kind of cat. That reminds me, what is the mascot for this major league team anyway? I hope it’s adorable!”
Just then, as they were walking into the stadium, a man in a costume consisting of a giant yellow fuzzy ball came up to them. After waving hello, he started making a cartoonish zipp-ing sound as smaller yellow balls attached to circular wires rotated around him.
“Hey Orbit!” Thor said as he gave the Albuquerque Isotope’s mascot, a life-sized electron, a high five. “Can’t wait to see a fantastic game!”
Gabriela, Thor, Tiberius, and Qi were sitting comfortably in their upper-deck seats, waiting for the minor league game to begin. As is common in many minor league baseball games, there was a variety of pre-game entertainment to get everyone pumped up. An Elvis impersonator had just finished his song. Rolled up t-shirts were currently being slingshot into the stands all around the stadium. The three were enjoying themselves and the entertainment when they spotted some friends four rows beneath them.
“Boris and Faith!”
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Post by Judge Sam on May 30, 2009 17:14:48 GMT -5
Boris and Faith turned around in their seats. Seeing their friends, they stood up and decided to sit beside them.
“It’s good to see you guys! It’s been such a long time. Man, just what are the odds of us meeting at a place like this!” Boris said, incredulous. He paused, snorted to himself, and answered his own question: “Hmm… it’s probably the exact same odds of finding an electron from the 5d orbital inside the 4f shell.”
“Hehehehe.” Faith guffawed. “Orbital! Get it? Like the mascot?”
Tiberius stared back blankly.
“Electrons… orbiting around the nucleus in specific shells? Which aren’t actual shells but simply a designated level of probability as to the location of an uncertainly-located electron floating around in three dimensional space?”
“…”
“That reminds me! Continuing back to our earlier conversation,” Boris said to Faith, “Before we came over here, Faith and I were talking earnestly about the fourth dimension!”
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Post by Judge Sam on May 30, 2009 17:18:50 GMT -5
“The fourth dimension? You mean time?” Tiberius said smugly. “Yeah I knew that already.” Tiberius looked down hopefully at his watch and at the giant screen above the field, wishing this educational conversation would be cut short by the beginning of the game. “Too bad we haven’t quite gained full control of that dimension yet.”
“Uh, that’s a negative, welcome to 1916 Mr. Woodrow Wilson.” Faith laughed snottily. “Time as the fourth dimension with regards to Einstein’s theory of general relativity is old news. I’m sure I could educate you on that topic other time. We’re talking about the fourth spatial dimension.”
“Do I even want to ask what that is?” Thor looked at his two friends questioningly.
“It’s simple.” Faith responded. “You’ve got the second dimension, which is basically like a flat piece of paper. That’s all of your existence – everybody and everything lives on that flat paper. Then you’ve got the third dimension, which is well, what we’re living in right now.”
“Ooh, this is the good part.” Boris said. “Go on go on!”
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Post by Judge Sam on May 30, 2009 17:25:07 GMT -5
Boris tapped his foot impatiently as Faith floundered trying to explain. “I know something that will help. Tell them about the usefulness of using stereographic projections to visualize a 24-cell from 4-space into three dimensions.”
“Hmm… that might be a little complicated. Just talking about the fourth dimension out of nowhere is tough. You know, maybe we could start with something easier, something we could all grasp…”
As Faith was talking, the Albuquerque Isotopes game was about to begin. The conversation ended as everyone turned to watch the opening pitch thrown from the pitcher’s mound. As the ball neared home plate, a loud thwack reverberated through the stadium. But it wasn’t the sound of the baseball bat hitting the ball…
Time stopped, and when Gabriela gathered her senses, she found herself looking straight ahead. In a line. A very thin, one-dimensional line.
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Post by Judge Sam on May 30, 2009 17:32:19 GMT -5
How did Gabriela get thrown into the first dimension? Will she and others ever regain those most essential qualities of width and height? Find out what happens in this cliffhanger in a future Imprisonment!
Meanwhile, one player was going to be trapped in the first dimension forever…
Mei Yun has been fired and Imprisoned by the Spies.
You will never see her again. [/center] Mei Yun: please post Final Words in your confessional immediately. Judge Sam: “Another vicious blow to the Citizens with the Imprisonment of Mei Yun ~ one of the stars of the show.  It was a pleasure having you play Mei Yun. Your confessionals were one of my most favorite, I appreciated the constant updates and hilarious commentary. Everyday there was always something entertaining to read. I know you were really looking forward to the game and I hope you enjoyed the game for the time you were in it. You were a powerful force to be reckoned with, and while you ruffled some feathers I think you made a lot of friends too. You will be missed. Thanks for giving it your 100% every day of the game and really bringing so much to the experience for everyone. I appreciated your enthusiasm in the game, constant presence on AIM, eager participation in the Burg, and prolific case making. I hope you come back and play Spies again because I would die to have you. You rock."  Judge Sam: “Another Imprisonment, another legend is gone but the game must continue. This time we will not have the luxury of two Exiles. Exile #3 will take place Tuesday at 9:00 PM CDT where we shall see if our winning streak continues. As for Future Week, the fun has just begun… I’m sure there’s tons more to come. I’ll see you at the next 9 rounds of the challenge!” “When it comes to the future, there are three kinds of people: those who let it happen, those who make it happen, and those who wonder what happened.”
-John M. Richardson, Jr. [/size]
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Post by Tiberius on May 30, 2009 20:31:53 GMT -5
Lol at the daddy's little rich girl explaining the fourth dimension to the nerd.
Proof of the random aspect I suppose XD
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