Flatland Reconfigured: An Ode to the Ponderings of Edwin Abbott

0: Author's Prologue

I am trapped. Not just by physical means, but by my own mind as well.

I used to be a happy man, my world perfectly normal: perfectly flat, that is, since I have lived my whole life in a world of which I call Flatland. Not that any of my fellow Flatlanders, as I now call them, would ever call it this, but it will help you, who reads this, to understand the world that I came from.

The reason I call it Flatland is because my world is exactly that, perfectly flat. Well, not perfectly, but so close that it is not capable of measurement. For the long years of my flat life, I have seen the world through nothing but a line, as all the rest of my people do.

The square I am never supported or even considered the notion of three dimensions, and in fact it was punishable by life-long imprisonment or even death to support such a "preposterous" idea. And I, in the aftermath of my revelation, and in protecting my hexagonal grandson, have been locked away, never to leave, and to stop me from going mad, I write down these memoirs, thoughts, and new stories for you.

My hope beyond hope, is that you, who are of infinite luck to be born in three dimensions, will grasp the idea that your world may, or definitely is, not just limited to three dimensions, but simply because you just can't see your new "upward". 

And I, Albert Square, who have opened my eyes from two to three dimensions, along with my grandson, Bruno Hexagon, wish that you will think beyond your Spaceland (which is what I call your world now), and to infinity.

If I, as a previously ignorant square, can do such a thing, then just imagine what you, my friends, can do.

- A. Square

P.S: I have referred to myself and others in the third-person, not to puff up my importance, but to be more relatable for you and others.