The Tesseract

The History of the book itself is the most fascinating of all the lores it offers. The history is obviously fictional, but it is fascinating nonetheless. The book is an object that transcended time and space. It is written, or rather would be written by one, John Doe. It is a delicious irony that the fictional author would have your name. In this fiction, which reported that you, the reader were as well the author, would break the book. That by doing so you would shatter the realities of the Tesseract, which it transcended. You would, in the story, experience a number of alternate ‘realities.’ The idea is good, but the writing is hackneyed and bland, lacking any real imagination or skill. You are interested in the general idea, but it is one wasted on someone lacking the talent to fully manifest its potential.

You quickly become bored. Thumbing through the other pages you look into the collection of short stories the book has to offer. There are tales of those who fight God, those who work with him, stories of Lucifer and Robert Johnson, stories of love and sorrow, and a tale of space travel. It is strange for a book about science and temporal enigmas to involve so much tasteless religion. It is almost enough to turn you away, but then…