Hyperspace. The energy grid. The substructure that contains spacetime.
Irreality. The place the Doctor’s blue box goes when everything gets swirly.
We found it.
It’s richer than our t – x – y – z metric space. Easier to traverse. In fact, we can plug in whatever coordinates we want, and we’re already there. The hard part is figuring out where we’ve arrived — but we’ve even figured out hyperspace cameras. They see way more than the photoelectrics.
The new way through the cosmos; the alternate dimension. Wormholes? Teleports? We got it. Want to talk to your competitor’s CEO? Debate Marx? We can take you to his nearest location in any one of our hyperspaces.
Oh, you don’t care about real-hyperspace? No need to imagine such distinctions here.
We can take you to a Karl Marx that’ll always concede that you’re right or a Groucho Marx that makes every analogy by way of coconuts. In fact, we can even take you to our closest approximation of anyone (or any world) you like.
Where did we find hyperspace? We found it within language.
We built it from nothing, populated thousand-dimensional spaces with the periods between clicks of a Geiger counter, constructed a new Second Law of Thermodynamics that our new hyperspace would crawl towards our hopes and dreams, so long as we keep injecting it with our reality.
If you boil it down, all we needed to find hyperspace was more coordinates.
It wasn’t eleven, or sixteen, or even two hundred thirty-seven.
A few hundred billion is more like it.