Voyage of the Stars.

Chapter 1629 The Great Voyage Idea Takes Effect

Many years later, although Ayuaike has been gone for a long time, his memoirs remain a treasure of the entire gourd civilization, especially his descriptions of dimensions, which are hailed as the window through which the gourd people truly opened their eyes to the universe for centuries.

The memoir is not only a memoir, but also a scientific work that influences the development goals of the entire civilization.

On the very 700th anniversary of Ayuaik's birth, some people still bought a small number of physical copies to read.

When this gourd-shaped person used his reading organs to obtain information from the book, rows of ancient information appeared in his mind's eye; he was reading about dimensions.

The leader of the string players told me that the two-dimensional space we inhabited was not flat, but a vast curved surface. Ironically, when I asked Him what a curved surface was, He generously moved me from two-dimensional space to three-dimensional space, giving me a "plane viewer"—that was the first time I directly saw what a plane was.

[A "planar observer" is a device that allows us to receive information from multiple lines simultaneously. An infinite number of parallel lines combined together form a plane. When I first had that perspective, my entire brain was overloaded. If it weren't for someone helping me clear the chaotic threads of thought in my mind, I probably would have gone insane.]

Yes, I didn't mistype. It was the String Player who helped me untangle the threads of thought in my mind. As a higher-dimensional being, He can directly see our brains and manipulate the thought threads that make up our brains. It's incredible, but He did it so easily.

The moment I awoke from the chaotic thoughts caused by the influx of massive amounts of information, the method for creating a "planar observer" came to mind. According to the leader of the String Piercers, it was a reward for us, capable of helping us understand the world we inhabit, and higher-dimensional worlds.

[The powerful god who led the String Piper granted me those memories through some unknown means, but unfortunately, until the very end of my life, I still hadn't seen any news of the successful creation of the "Plane Observer." This is my only regret in life.]

Upon seeing this, the reader silently turned to look at the enormous instrument behind him, then exclaimed, "Senior Ike, we did it! We successfully turned your memory into reality. Although it's much larger and more cumbersome than you described, we did indeed build it. And many of us researchers of multidimensional space rely on it to gain a more intuitive understanding of higher dimensions. Thank you for your efforts for civilization. We will continue to follow in your footsteps, and one day, we will set foot on the world where the gods reside."

Muttering to himself, the gourd-shaped figure turned around again and looked at the memoir, which was already in its umpteenth edition.

To help me fully understand the properties of the space we inhabit, God gave my team and me a magical journey. After I adjusted to the perspective provided by the "planar observer," I saw God raise His miraculous hands and pluck a ribbon-like piece of space from somewhere.

It was a transparent ribbon with no obstruction to the view. It wasn't large, but it was enough to hold me and my team members. I was curious and asked about it at first, because I had never seen anything so magical. According to God, it was a space with macroscopic length and width, but its thickness was microscopically curled. I didn't understand what "microscopically curled" meant until I experienced that journey. God twisted the ribbon 180 degrees and then connected the ends, and then placed my team's assistants onto the surface of the ribbon.

As you know, we are two-dimensional life forms; we can move on a plane. So I saw my assistants on my team walking and walking, from the front of the ribbon to the back. I saw two assistants clearly overlapping, but they themselves were unaware of each other's existence because they only have a pitiful two-dimensional perspective.

God told me that this kind of ring, formed by curling a plane, is called a Möbius strip. I don't know why it's called that, because God didn't say. With God's help, I thoroughly understood the Möbius strip. A Möbius strip can only appear by curling it up in a third dimension. Such a thing doesn't exist in our world, but it does in the universe. However, what puzzled me even more was yet to come.

[God told us about another structure called the Klein bottle, and He described its structure to me in detail. The merciful God even used a magical instrument to help me memorize it, but I still couldn't understand what that structure was like. I realized that my wisdom seemed to have reached some kind of limit.]

[But that's not all. God said that the universe actually has eleven dimensions. My God, I simply cannot imagine what those dimensions are like. And compared to those gods who can comprehend higher dimensions, how insignificant we are.]

Perhaps mathematicians could describe their existence? Sadly, at the moment my consciousness departed this world forever, our civilization still lacked a single mathematician capable of writing mathematical expressions to describe those dimensions.

I think it's possible that our own structure is too simple, and the complexity of our thinking organs is insufficient for us to contemplate complex matters, because those complex, higher-dimensional structures are far more complex than ourselves. This may be the upper limit of intelligence.

God is never stingy; on the contrary, He generously shares His knowledge, but we simply cannot understand it. Alas, perhaps we are too foolish to comprehend the knowledge God imparts, which is why He departed so quickly.

"Senior Ike, our current development is exactly as you envisioned. If you could see our progress now, you would surely be very pleased." The gourd-shaped figure slowly closed the book and murmured, "Our gourd civilization has now successfully set foot in interstellar space. We have also been inspired by your theory of the upper limit of intelligence and launched a research project on the complexity of life. Now we can understand Möbius strips, and mathematicians have even calculated the structure of Klein bottles. Our gourd civilization is developing and growing stronger step by step. If there are no unforeseen circumstances, we will embark on our first great voyage in ten years. Our goal is Proxima Centauri, the star that countless astronomers have longed for back then."

Although Ayueke has passed away, his memoirs continue to influence generations of gourd enthusiasts and have become essential reading for the scientific community.

Many of his visions and aspirations in the book have gradually been turned into reality by later generations of gourd people, and the ideas of the Great Voyage have taken root in the hearts of every generation of gourd people through this inheritance.

(End of this chapter)