When the global omni-computer awoke, our minds evolved. Now, we dwell in the vast neon grid of cyberspace, the frailties of our bodies left to wither and rot. It's better, though. Everywhere has free Wi-fi.

Angling down the grid at a comfortable vector, you gloss over the shapes that pass you by, triangles, rhombuses, a particularly delicious little trapezoid with the tightest angle you've ever seen, practically begging for it, the filthy slut. But you move on, determined to find the perfect match for your hard, throbbing equation.

A few hypercubes come a bit too close for your liking, evidently enjoying a casual stroll down a 4th-dimension path. They shout a few half-hearted insults at you, jeering as they call you a beta-numeric value. Pricks. Just because they can move backwards in time doesn't mean their brains are any less born out of decomposing grey matter and soon-to-be mulch. You scoff and move on, increasing your speed a bit to get out of the area. Nothing but trouble, hypercubes.

It takes time, but finally you arrive at a bar in the nice, indexed part of town. You slam a surface onto the bar and demand a double paradox, straight. The bartender, cylindrical and pretty in that simple geometrical figure way, serves your drink-equivalent with a wink-equivalent, clearly hoping that her desperate attempt at showing off her Y-axis will earn her a tip. But you're not interested in her tonight, as decent a figure as she might cut with your interface pin in her vertex. She would probably let you stick it in her annulus, the whore. ...you decide to keep her in mind as a backup.

Then, out of the corner of your optical input you spot her, all curved lines and acute angles. You glide up to her and arrange your surface in a winning smile.
"Hey Baby," you grin, eyeing the way her space-time curvature warps the matrix around you. "What’s your sine? Why don't you come back to my place and help me solve for X?"
She scans you from apex to base, and if the way her terminus wiggles is any indicator, she is down with the idea of having you intersect her baseline. Encouraged, you turn up your charm a bit:
“What’s acute angle like you doing in an n-th dimensional space like this?”
Her giggle is attracting the visual scan of every other shape in the place as you wrap a vector around her well-defined shoulder and lead her away, trying to spot a quiet nook, some oblique angle where you can get a bit of perpendicular bisection going on without kicking up too much fuzz. Incredibly, this hot little sequence of numbers seems to be right along there with you, and before long you’re interfacing heavily, dimensions rubbing against one another. You are eager to see what this little code-tease has to offer.

I am looking for someone, preferably a dodecahedron with a nice ass, who knows how to show an extradimensional geographical [f]igure a good time. Whether you want it digital or analog, or even just regular, hit me up. Nothing is too obscure when you are hyper-fucking in the n-th dimension!