A Parody: A Short Story

John woke up, or rather, came to lying in a curved white hallway. Unsure how or or why he came to this place other than he is here, now, in this featureless curved hallway. The floor he was lying on was also curved. It was like being inside a large tube.

John stood up with feet apart, he stretched out his arms to touch the curved walls but couldn't reach. Taking one side step with his left foot he was able to touch the inner curved wall. John side stepped from center wan touched the outer wall.

“OK, I'm five foot and seven inches tall. ” John thought to himself. An outstretched arm is about 3 feet long, the body width 2 feet. John estimated that the diameter of this curved tube like hallway was about 12 feet wide.

Well this curved hallway
John need to make a mark to see if that has already happened he speculated. Mulling over how to do that without a pen or a knife to mark the surface of the rounded wall, he concluded that urinating might work.

But what if it takes 2 weeks to complete the entire circuit? The urine would be dried and invisible. John came to the conclusion that something more tangible was needed. Pulling his jeans down, he copped a squat. Although he had no urgent need for elimination, he attempted to at least squeeze out a shart. At first nothing but air. “Great.”, he amused himself, “I'm blowing this.”

He stood upright and then felt the familiar internal pressure that he was about to produce stool. Squatting again, he dropped a
“Perhaps I should be tracing my fingernail on the outer curved wall instead to get out of this onion like a maze.” he concluded. He turned around to face the outer curved wall and a rush of fear from his heart down to his genitals, he found a piece of cloth sticking out from the outer curved wall. He recognized it. It was the same plaid pattern of the shirt jacket that he was wearing with the torn off shirttail. His head began to swim with the realization that the fabric on the outer curved wall sticking out was the same piece of cloth that was stuck on the other side of the door of the inner curved wall.

He fell to his knees and wondered. This is no onion maze. This was a dimension other than the normal x, y and z of Euclidean coordinates. Was he in a Möbius strip with a one-sided surface and boundary?

John meditated on this and became calmer. Reviewing his geometry, he knew it was not Möbius strip since he himself is three dimensional. Was he in a Klein bottle that has no boundary, but is still a one-sided surface?

John decided to continue exploring the inner curved wall as before in a counter-clock direction using his finger to see if there was any other portals out of the seemingly endless curved hallway. He saw something ahead. As he slowly shortens the distance, still tracing his fingernail on the inner curved wall he stops and stares in disbelief at what he is