Driti, listening to all this, became curious and wanted to know as much as possible about the unknown cosmos. "Then what is it that makes causality regulate all this? The Principle of Incomprehensibility?" she asked.
"I don't know, but I believe it's something like that. The Trigger Gates and Dimensional Seals both exist to maintain and regulate the exterior and interior of foundational particles, but they only prevent them from causing incomprehensible destruction and production of higher verses. Yet, why must it all follow logical sequences?
It transcends everything we categorize and renders everything we know as nothingness. Why should such foundational particles, that is higher verses, space-time transcending uncountably absolute, indefinite, and irrelevant to measurement by any perspective or plane of existence, even exist? It even exceeds the superior qualitative constraints of Absolute Infinity—"
"Ah, I deducted it…" she said, leaning toward Theodore with keen interest. "Isn't it because space-time exists to compact diverse concepts and qualities of dimensions, differently uncountably infinite, increasingly higher infinities; dimensions that are spatial, non-spatial, even abstract, and conceptual dimensions about qualitative existence. Like dimensions of silence, where planes in an infinitely infinite plain are sustained by the absence of language; dimensions of doubt, where doubting generates branches of uncountably infinite possibilities formed chaotically; and perception-based dimensions, where branches multiply infinitely and interactions happen only through unconscious means.
Yet… our base world is very regular and logical. It shouldn't be possible for causality to impose order everywhere. Not everything must perceive effect after cause. Even causality is logical compared to these foundational particles and space-time.
So… it must be the work of INCOMPREHENSIBILITY… Is that what you're claiming?" she explained.
Theodore remained calm, looking at her. Driti searched his expression for disappointment, ready to apologize, but Theodore smiled and giggled.
"Driti, sometimes I just explain too much, like a nerd, and I'm impressed how you said exactly what I was about to tell you…"
Driti's cheeks burned a vibrant red. Theodore smiled at her.
"I'm sorry, I didn't—"
Before she could finish, Theodore intervened, "What you said is perfect. Don't apologize again. Even if you're wrong, just tell me. I want you to speak freely around me. I wasn't trying to pry to see if you're a cosmic seeker like me, but you're worth it. Still, I won't pry, so, just speak freely. Don't apologize, because acknowledging these truths is necessary…"
That smile was beautiful to her, angelic, divine.
"B-but…" she stammered.
"What happened after you sealed the Overvoid? I heard it brought curses… or something?" Driti asked, shifting the subject.
Theodore gazed at her a moment, then looked out the window and began.
"I barely managed to seal it, but it cost me everything. My sanity turned venomous; I became greedy and sadistic, all aftereffects, curses from the Overvoid. I was saved by my aunt, an another cosmic neutralizer like me. She took me to the Cazathorian Realm and made me spit back my insanity and corrupted nature onto the Overvoid serpent…"
Theodore spoke in a low voice.
Driti was silent, staring outside at the fleeting joy of children running to their mothers, some running away, while parents urged them to play with friends in the park.
She reflected on his words.
"You always take such risks for the system, for others, or because you believe it is what you are… a brave kind? Because that's what my mind tells me…" She asked, meeting his eyes.
Theodore paused, wet his lips, and smiled slightly.
"Because other lives matter as much as ours. The more threats I neutralize, the more I can rest knowing not everyone is apathetic, at least, that's the hope."
Their eyes met equally before Theodore broke the gaze.
"It's just 15 kilometers… I think we've reached the Hill Palace Museum." He spoke clearly.
"Oh, is it?" she asked quietly.
Theodore stood. "Yes, Driti, let's go."
They stepped off the bus and walked towards the museum gate.
"Driti… I'm just a nine-dimensional guy who teaches high school history and geopolitics of medieval Kerala… What about you?" Theodore asked telepathically, capturing her full attention.
"Huh? O-okay, I will be a chartered accountant at the school where you work… I graduated in Chartered Accountancy," she replied mentally. Theodore heard her.
"Lower your dimensionality for the detection machine, be a nine-dimensional being in degrees of freedom. Not nerfing incomprehensible layers, but the construct, plane of existence, and surroundings. Otherwise, we'll get caught. We're doing espionage…" he said telepathically.
The ticket counter was open. Theodore took out his purse, requesting two tickets at 80 rupees each.
Ahead stood the gate, an iron-colored green-mushed barrier with a government-developed machine detecting dimensionality and storing data stretched across spatial and non-spatial dimensionality, irrelevant but encompassing every set theory infinities at best, neither above nor below it.
"Do you know what role we should play?" he asked quietly as they approached the gate.
"Colleagues?" she asked.
"What does a chartered accountant have to do with the interests of a history teacher on holiday?" he replied.
Driti looked at him. They approached the gate; he lightly gripped her hand.
Driti felt a deep pulse in her heart as her hand was claimed slowly and rhythmically, held carefully in his. She suppressed surprise.
"I'm very sorry… Please put on the act for now…" he requested telepathically.
"No, it's okay. After all, this is to track down that vile entity." She replied steadily in her mind.
They passed through the gate; their dimensional data was stored and written: '9th dimensional framework beings. Couples.'
They entered the Hill Palace Museum. Theodore intervened and reminded her, "Driti, you know our objective is…!"
"Yeah, I know…" she replied mentally.
"Just move that memory to the eternally inflating dimensions of anticipation…" He asks intervening in her mind, while both Driti and Theodore are closely, looking at each art and scripture externally.
But at the same time, both of them discussing about the artistic masterpiece in External Vision, their internal mind, subconscious mind, deviated from external mind completely for a given period as they are planning to open a particular dimension that is dimension and not dimension at the same time, devoid of logics.
As they were running deep stimulations and actions through mind. Dimension of Eternal Anticipation is forming, a chaotically and incomprehensibly spawning branch of a meta experimental reality where things, entities, existential examples exist as 'what they are about to be' and never what they are.