“Things made of metal shouldn’t generally have too many sides for their angles – its the principle of the thing.” My fingertips slid nervously round all seven sides of what my eyes were insisting was both a cube and an open box. It was very disconcerting.
Edison grunted in response and averted her gaze, preferring to keep checking for any company that might decide to appear. Given how cross-eyed she’d looked when trying to make sense of the object it was probably for the best. Certainly my own eyes were watering in sympathy – a sure sign that something non-euclidian was going on in the construction of the device. I hoped this wasn’t going to go all Lovecraft on us.