Tesseract Chapter One

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Tesseract - the four-dimensional analogue of a cube Tesseract is a free project by cdf121 about an experience. This project isn’t really a video game. It’s a chance for the viewer, or player to have an experience of what I do not know. All options in this project don’t affect the outcome of the project. You are currently on chapter one of a multiple chapter series. [[Begin chapter one.]]

To whom it may concern, [[It concerns me]]

If you are reading this then most likely I’m dead. I’ve been most likely killed by a Tesseract a strange and unique being that can cross dimensions at free will. I fear I do not have much time left because I captured and stored one in my lab. I fear that it might kill me if it were to ever go free or if it would it alert any of the other of it beings. Either that or I’m paranoid. [[Keep reading.]] [[Put the letter down.]]

From your fellow scientist, Dr.Vagabon Hershal [[Put the letter down.]]

[[Take a sip from your coffee.]]

You take a sip from your coffee as you gently put the letter down on the table next to the napkin that was holding your coffee. [[Speak to the lady.]]

You speak in your normal tone which has and always been as soothing as a bottle of Captain Rosahcs’s Mystical Rum Palace, but firm. [[“Listen, Miss...”]]

The lady responds with her voice of both of professionalism and a sense of quirkiness. “Miss Mia.” [[“Listen, Miss Mia, I just don’t see what you want me to do.”]]

“I understand that it seems a little unreasonable of a request to ask a private detective to open a case of suicide... but the thing is I don’t think he committed suicide.” [[“And what suspicions would lead you to that?”]]

“When he was found all of his lab equipment was broken and non-functional.” [[“Tell me more”]]

"Personally I think he was killed for his work.” [[“Do you have any proof?”]]

“No I don’t,” She said taking out a cigarette box out from her purse. [[“You know that’s bad for you?”]]

“So is poetry and nice guys.” She takes a cigarette out. Holding it in her hand. Unlit. [[“Nice guys? Isn’t that a little bit mean?”]]

“Nope not at all.” She says stuffing the cigarette into her mouth. Her voice now muffled by the cigarette says, ”Got a light?” [[“Nope sorry.”]]

“What?” [[“I don’t got a lighter sorry.”]]

“But you’re like a private eye... You’re supposed to have like a lighter, and your own pack of smokes that you smoke all week long, and wear a trench coat... You have the coat but let me guess you don’t smoke.” [[“You got me I’m not a 1930s Stereotype.”]]

“Great, just great. Hmph,” She says taking the cigarette and putting it in the flame of the candle. [[“Listen I might not be what you expected, but I’ll get the job done no matter what”]]

“Fine.” As she puts the cigarette back into her mouth. [[“Now about payment.”]]

Double-click this passage to edit it.“What about it?” As she releases a puff of smoke almost a perfect circular ring. [[“Well there is the initial commission of about-”]]

[[“Five thousand.”]] [[“Twenty five k.”]] [[“A thousand, and that’s it.”]]

“Ha!! Like I’ve got that cash.” [[“Twenty five k.”]] [[“A thousand, and that’s it.”]]

“You’re pretty funny if you think I’ve even got that Cash.” [[“A thousand, and that’s it.”]]

“Fine you do drive a hard bargain, but I’ll take it.” She says muffled by the cigarette. [[Take a sip of coffee.]]

The coffee has grown cold over the time you two were speaking to each other. [[“So where was his body found?”]]

“What you mean you don’t know?” [[“Sorry I’m a little out of the loop to be honest.”]]

“You live in probably the smallest town of all the world, and you don’t know where the richest person within this city died?” [[“Sorry I was out of town on business when they died.”]]

“Yeah right you’d probably were just jerking off behind your desk waiting for some hot chick or damsel in distress to walk in.” [[“Still not a 1930s Stereotype.”]] [[“Whatever helps you sleep better at night.”]] [[“I am deeply offended.”]]

“Whatever.” [[“...”]]

“What?” [[“Nothing you just reminded me of someone.”]]

“Who?” [[“Oh no one just an old friend.”]]

“Fine.” [[“You were saying?”]]

“What?” [[“About the death of the person you wanted me to investigate.”]]

“Oh yeah guess I was.” [[...]]

[[“Well?”]]

“Well what?” [[“Aren’t you going to continue?”]]

“Why?” [[“Because you’re the one who’s asking me to investigate their death, and any information even the slightest detail could be important.”]]

“Fine what do you need to know about Dr.Vagabon Hershal?” [[“Where was Dr.Hershal well you know?”]]

“You mean found dead?” [[“Yes that’s the word.”]]

“What are you afraid of the word death?” [[“No, no it’s just that-”]]

[[“-I have to be very careful around people of the-”]]

[[“Well you know.”]]

“Well anyway. He was found in his house in his lab hanging.” [[“Oh really tell me more.”]]

“Yeah the found him there with that note on the floor beneath him crumpled up.” [[“Now who exactly was the lead detective in his case?”]]

“I don’t really remember... I think his name was Jen-something Criton or something like that. I think he gave me a business card I think.” She looks into her purse before pulling out a business card all crumpled up most likely from all the other stuff in her bag. “Here you go.” She hands me the business card. [[Look at the business card.]]

Jenson Crichton Homicide detective for the county of Naiam. 404-647-0108 [[“Huh? Wait did I read that right?”]]

“Read what right?” [[Look again at the business card.]]

Jenson Crichton Homicide detective for the county of Naiam. 404-647-0108 [[“God damn it.”]]

“What is it?” [[“Are you sure this is the guy who took care of the investigation?”]]

“Yes, why is there a problem?” [[“Ha a problem yeah you got a big one.”]] [[“You see-”]]

“And what may that be?” [[“You see-”]]

[[“-the person-”]] [[“-the guy-”]]

[[“-who handled-”]]

[[“-your case-”]] [[“-this case-”]]

[[“-we have a bit of history.”]]

“That’s good then you two can trade information and be on your merry way to finishing this case.” [[“Again not a 1930s stereotype.”]]

[[“And plus we don’t have what I call a-”]]

[[“-happy-”]] [[“-healthy-”]] [[“-peaceful-”]]

[[“-relationship.”]]

“What are you archenemys?” [[“Sure whatever keeps you entertained.”]]

“Wait so you’re not archenemys?” [[“No we’re not”]]

“What a shock. Let me guess you don’t even have one.” [[“Yeah life is kinda of disappointing for you right?”]]

“Just shut up okay.” [[“Anyway he has a history of not doing the most accurate of jobs, in his well job.”]]

“So you’re saying there's a possibility that I might be right?” [[“Possibly, but in my line of work it’s best to not get your hopes up.”]]

“So what now?” [[“Is there anyone who would bear any ill will to Dr.Hershal?”]]

“Nope.” [[“That’s it?”]]

“Yup.” [[“Oh come on there has to be someone!”]]

“No not anyone that I know.” [[“Oh come on their must of been some type of person who at least disliked him.”]]

“Well I was told that he did purchase a lot from publix, and that the cashiers would always hate him for it.” [[“Well publix isn’t the sort of enterprise that’d kill it’s customers even if they were a hassle.”]]

“How would you know?” [[“Simple logic.”]]

“So aren’t you going to explain it?” [[“Maybe one day like when you pay me to do that.”]]

“Hey I’m paying you over a thousand dollars I expect this explanation in your report.” [[“Fine.”]]

[[“Anyways I’m going to need Dr.Hershal’s email account and password.”]]

“What why?” [[“Because I need to know about Dr.Hershal in order to see if anyone disliked him.”]]

“Well good luck getting that because Dr.Hershal didn’t even have a computer.” [[“Let me guess he was old school?”]]

“Yeah you could say that.” [[“Well I’ll look into.”]]

“Really?” [[“Yes, really.”]]

“Thank you!!” [[“Anyway, thanks for meeting me I’ll be sure to update you on any information that comes up.”]]

“Thank you, again Mister...” She makes a hand motion that people do when they’ve forgotten your name and want you to tell them. You know the one. [[“Calvin, Calvin Phoster with a ph not an f, mind you.”]]

“Thank you, again Mister Phoster.” [[“Please call me, Calvin.”]]

She gets up and extends her arm and slowly opens her hand. [[Shake her hand, and say, “Thank you for your time.”]]

She walks away without saying anything else. As you finish off your coffee Mr.Yagami comes out of the coffee shop and speaks in his normal voice which sounds like it has no accent, and is almost like those the generic text to speech devices, but a little lower if you were to be completely sincere. “She seems to be a real home run if you know what I mean.” [[“I don’t know what you mean.”]]

“Sorry, I forgot you don’t like to compare things.” [[“It’s not that it’s just that comparison was stupid.”]]

“You’re no fun.” [[“Work isn’t fun.”]]

“Now that I get.” [[“Yeah.”]]

“So do you want the check?” [[“Nah, just put it on my tab.”]]

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He leaves to go get the bill. [[Take a sip of your cup of coffee.]]

“Ahhhhh.” The final sip of greatness in my throat. [[Look around.]]

There is a bunch of cars parked blocking your view of the other side of the road. But what you can see is just a sliver of more cars, or just a bunch of trash that looks like more cars. You see to your left some stairs, with that faded pale skin color paint, that lead inevitably to your office. Beyond the stairs is the employe parking garage sign, followed by the sidewalk that inevitably leads to the end of town limits. To your right is just another sidewalk that leads not to the end of town but only two blocks down and then just turns, like the road turns avoiding the trees on the other side. Behind you is the coffee shop called Mr.Yagami’s exuberant coffee. Mr.Yagami suddenly appears out of nowhere, saying, “Here you go.” he says handing you the bill. [[Look at the bill.]]

The bill is a standard bill for coffee, and some intangible name of a fake coffee drink. The total is seven-fifty-three.so basically around eight buck for some fake coffee drink, and actual coffee drink. Damn coffee really has gone downhill recently. [[Pay the bill.]]

All you got is a ten dollar bill. Probably best if you just tell Mr.Yagami to keep the change. I mean he does give you a discount on the coffee anyways. [[Give Mr.Yagami the ten dollars, and tell him to, “Keep the change.”]]

“That’s so nice of you.” Mr.Yagami replies. “Now go ahead, and make that girls day better by giving her the good news that her husband is cheating on her.” He says with a playful cheer. [[“I’ll be sure to do that,” you respond, as you getting up from the table.]]

“See you around.” Mr.Yagami retorts, going back inside of his shop. [[Well better get climbing those stairs.]]

You get up, and head to your left where the stairs are. You think to yourself, ”Damn the sun sure is hot.” As it beats down on your back as climb the first few steps. You don’t understand why these stairs don’t have a railing. You’ve actually pondered once whether, or not that’s the reason why you don’t have that many customers. Not that it matters. It’s not like you’re leaving here anytime soon. You’re forever this town’s deadbeat private eye. At least you’re doing okay for now. [[End of chapter one]]

Thank you for playing chapter one of Tesseract. Unfortunately, I don’t know when chapter two will be out but if you follow me on <html><a href=" https://twitter.com/cdf121"target="_blank">twitter</a></html> I’ll tell you guys exactly when it’s out. Although it might be a while. Took me some time to finish this, and stay tuned for chapter two... possibly three, four, etc. Music by Zak Whitefield Found on <html><a href=" https://archive.org/details/Hfr040-ZakWhitefield-ToAnywhere.."target="_blank">https://archive.org/details/Hfr040-ZakWhitefield-ToAnywhere..</a></html> <html> <audio controls loop autoplay hidden> <source src="https://ia902303.us.archive.org/23/items/Hfr040-ZakWhitefield-ToAnywhere../Companion.ogg"> </audio> </html>