Escape

[Tony Stark: This is actually pretty simple. What she described is just an application of linear Hilbert Space. We use it all the time when constructing physical space. Essentially, it's an extension of Euclidean Space that isn't limited to finite dimensions.

You don't understand? OK, let me put it more simply. From the Perspective of the Higher-Dimensional World, time isn't linear. It's a closed loop. Uh, still don't get it? Let me think.

She said your understanding of time and the world has multiple layers. You live in a three-dimensional world, but you perceive it the way a higher-dimensional being does.

Got it? Good.

But that makes no logical sense. If a three-dimensional being claimed he could look down on lower dimensions from a higher one, he'd have to be a lunatic. Everything he saw would be out of order, with no sequence or logic. Living amid multiple intersecting parallel Worldlines, how could he tell which one was real?

You say you already have that kind of mental illness? Hell. I still haven't finished making sense of that book of yours. The narration jumps around so much it feels like something a psychiatric patient wrote. But now it all makes sense!]

"JARVIS, cancel today's management meeting." Tony Stark tossed his towel into the sink and strode into his workshop. His fingers flew across the touchscreen, bringing up a three-dimensional model:

"Reason? I'm researching Chinese novels. Don't disturb me for the next twenty-four hours."

Li Huowang scratched his head. He understood some of it, more or less, but what had Zhao Lei meant?

He had appeared out of nowhere? So not only had Hong Zhong's life been fake, but the life he'd lived in the modern world was fake too? Heh. Like hell he'd believe that.

Those damned Forgetful Dao liars