The Stranger in the Room
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It is the last day of the year 1999. You are a Square, a respectable gentleman in Flatland. You are sitting in your study, having just sent your grandson, a bright young Hexagon, to bed after a dispute about mathematics.
Suddenly, you feel a chilling breath. You are not alone. A figure stands before you. It looks like a Circle, but it changes size in a way no Flatland circle should—growing from a point to a wide diameter and back again without moving its position.
"I am not a Circle," the voice booms, seeming to come from your own stomach. "I am a Sphere. I come from Space, the land of Three Dimensions."
He claims to see your insides, your money in the locked cupboard, and the world from 'above'—a direction you cannot comprehend.