I smelled something rushing past me. Smelled?
"It takes a while for your senses to adjust to it. You might taste a touch, or something, for a while." A me was standing behind me. "See that?" he pointed at...
"That looks like a ... number." I seemed to see a dark decimal scrolling out of a nowhere off into a nowhere.
"We see it that way, most of the others don't."
"Others?"
"Yes, quite a lot. Mostly clone-sets like us, but not always and..." He trailed off with a look, a look which if it meant the same as if I had made it, I didn't like.
"What?"
"The personal metric bit", he perked up, "it seems to be related to our feet, or whatever. We can do what we like with the rest of our bodies and it seems like we're in R three but as soon as we move our feet..."
"Where are we?"
"The jury is a bit out on that one I'm afraid. Oh, and we all have mobile phones."
"What? Why does that matter?" Something else rushed by me, I tasted it. "That's..."
"Your brain will start to cope with it soon. It's like when you wear upside down glasses. Pretty soon you'll see again with your eyes."
Sadly I knew what that meant. If you wear glasses that make the world look upside down, your brain will eventually turn it the right way up again.
"But..."
"Yes, none of us are sure how many dimensions exist here." And what it is that our brains are making sense of was the sub-text.
"What do the others see?"
"Difficult to say, none of them are human apart from us and this makes concepts difficult to communicate. We don't know if we are talking about the same thing."
"Don't!" I'd raised a foot to kick him. "Put it back carefully and I'll introduce you to the gang.
I'm an insufferable pratt, and he was clearly me.