THE NUMBER OF THE BEAST
Copyright (c) 1980 Robert A. Heinlein
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All the characters in this book are fictitious, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

Excerpt from Chapter VI:

    "... Does the word tesseract mean anything to you?"
    "My high school geometry teacher showed us how to construct them-- projections-- with modeling wax and toothpicks. Fun. I found other four-dimensional figures that were easy to project. And a number of ways to project them."
    "Sharpie, you must have had an exceptional geometry teacher."
    "In an exceptional geometry class. Don't faint, Zebbie, but I was grouped with what they called 'overachievers' after it became 'undemocratic' to call them 'gifted children.'"
    "Be durned! Why do you always behave like a fritterhead?"
    "Why don't you ever look beneath the surface, young man! I laugh because I dare not cry. This is a crazy world and the only way to enjoy it is to treat it as a joke. That doesn't mean I don't read and can't think...."

    .... "Attention, class. The two prongs of the caltrop painted blue represent our three-dimensional space of experience. The third prong painted yellow is the t-time we are used to. The red fourth prong simulates both Tau-time and Teh-time, the unexplored time dimensions necessary to Jake's theory. Sharpie, we have condensed six dimensions into four, then we either work by analogy into six, or we have to use math that apparently nobody but Jake and my cousin Ed understands. Unless you can think of some way to project six dimensions into three-- you seem to be smart at such projections."
    I closed my eyes and thought hard. "Zebbie, I don't think it can be done. Maybe Escher could have done it."
    "It can be done, my dearest," answered my dearest, "but it is unsatisfactory. Even with a display computer with capacity to subtract one or more dimensions at a time. A superhypertesseract-- a to the sixth power-- has too many lines and corners and planes and solids and hypersolids for the eye to grasp. Cause the computer to subtract dimensions and what you have left is what you already knew. I fear it is an innate incapacity of visual conception in the human brain."
    "I think Pop is right," agreed Deety. "I worked hard on that program. I don't think the late great Dr. Marvin Minsky could have done it better in flat projection. Holovision? I don't know. I would like to try if I ever get my hands on a computer with holovideo display and the capacity to add, subtract, and rotate six coordinates."
    "But why six dimensions?" I asked. "Why not five? Or even four, since you speak of rotating them interchangeably."
    "Jake?" said Zeb.
    My darling looked fussed. "It bothered me that a space-time continuum seemed to require three space dimensions but only one time dimension. Granted that the universe is what it is, nevertheless nature is filled with symmetries. Even after the destruction of the parity principle, scientists kept finding new ones. Philosophers stay wedded to symmetry-- but I don't count philosophers."
    "Of course not," agreed Zeb. "No philosopher allows his opinions to be swayed by facts-- he would be kicked out of his guild. Theologians, the lot of them."
    "I concur. Hilda my darling, after I found a way to experiment, it turned out that six dimensions existed. Possibly more-- but I see no way to reach them."
    "Let me see," I said. "If I understood earlier, each dimension can be swapped for any other."
    "By ninety-degree rotation, yes."
    "Wouldn't that be the combinations taken four at a time out of a set of six? How many is that?"
    "Fifteen," Zebbie answered.
    "Goodness! Fifteen whole universes? And we use only one?"
    "No, no, my darling! That would be ninety-degree rotations of one Euclidean universe. But our universe, or universes, has been known to be non-Euclidean at least since 1919. Or 1886 if you prefer. I stipulate that cosmology is an imperfect discipline, nevertheless, for considerations that I cannot state in nonmathematical terms, I was forced to assume a curved space of positive radius-- that is to say, a closed space. That makes the universes possibly accessible to use either by rotation or by translation this number." My husband rapidly wrote three sixes.
    "Six sixty-six," I said wonderingly. "The Number of the Beast."
    "Eh? Oh! The Revelation of Saint John the Divine. But I scrawled it sloppily. You took it that I wrote this: "666" But what I intended to write was this:
    666 ~ Six raised to its sixth power, and the result in turn raised to its sixth power. That number is this:" 1.03144 + X 10~~ "--or written in full:"
10,314,424,798,490,535,546,171,949,056 "--or more than ten million sextillion universes in our group."
    What can one say to that? Jacob went on, "Those universes are our nextdoor neighbors, one rotation or one translation away. But if one includes combinations of rotation and translation-- think of a hyperplane slicing through superhypercontinua not at the point of here-now-- the total becomes indenumerable. Not infinity-- infinity has no meaning. Uncountable. Not subject to manipulation by mathematics thus far invented. Accessible to continua craft but no known way to count them."
    "Pop--"
    "Yes, Deety?"
    "Maybe Aunt Hilda hit on something. Agnostic as you are, you nevertheless keep the Bible around as history and poetry and myth."
    "Who said I was agnostic, my daughter?"
    "Sorry, sir. I long ago reached that conclusion because you won't talk about it. Wrong of me. Lack of data never justifies a conclusion. But this key number-one-point-oh-three-one-four-four-plus times ten to its twenty-eighth power-- perhaps that is the 'Number of the Beast."
    "What do you mean, Deety?"
    "That Revelation isn't history, it's not good poetry, and it's not myth. There must have been some reason for a large number of learned men to include it-- while chucking out several dozen gospels. Why not make a first hypothesis with Occam's Razor and read it as what it purports to be? Prophecy."
    "Hmm. The shelves under the stairs, next to Shakespeare. The King James version, never mind the other three."
    Deety was back in a moment with a well-worn black book-- which surprised me. I read the Bible for my own reasons but it never occurred to me that Jacob would. We always marry strangers.
    "Here," said Deety. "Chapter thirteen, verse eighteen: 'Here is wisdom. Let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast: for it is the number of a man; and his number is Six hundred threescore and six."
    "That can't be read as exponents, Deety."
    "But this is a translation, Pop. Wasn't the original in Greek? I don't remember when exponents were invented but the Greek mathematicians of that time certainly understood powers. Suppose the original read 'Zeta, Zeta, Zeta!'-- and those scholars, who weren't mathematicians, mistranslated it as six hundred and sixty-six?"
    "Uh.. . moondrift, Daughter."
    "Who taught me that the world is not only stranger than we imagine but stranger than we can imagine? Who has already taken me into two universes that are not this one. . . and brought me safely home?"




Table of contents and opening sentences for the Fawcett paperback reissue edition of Heinlein's Number of the Beast, Sept. 12, 1986, 512 pages, ISBN 0449130703:
 
Contents

PART ONE
The Mandarin's Butterfly


       I  "-- it is better to marry than to burn."
--Saul of Tarsus  page 11

      II  "This Universe never did make sense--"  16

     III  "--Professor Moriarty isn't fooled--"  20

     IV  Because two things equal to the same thing are never equal to each other.  34

      V  "--a wedding ring is not a ring in my nose--" 39

     VI  Are men and women one race?  42

    VII  "Avete, Alieni, nos morituri vos spernimus!"  57

   VIII  "Let us all preserve our illusions--" 66

     IX  Most males have an unhealthy tendency to obey laws.  72

      X  "--and he had two horns like a lamb, and he spake as a dragon'!"  86

     XI  "-citizens must protect themselves."  95

    XII  "They might fumigate this planet and take it."  103

   XIII  Being too close to a fireball can worry a man--  116

   XIV  "Quit worrying and enjoy the ride."  124

    XV  "We'll hit so hard we'll hardly notice it."  131

   XVI  --a maiden knight, eager to break a lance--  133

  XVII  The world wobbled--  139

 XVIII  "-the whole world is alive." 152

PART TWO
The Butterfly's Mandarin


    XIX  Something is gained in translation-- 163

     XX  --right theory, wrong universe.  169

    XXI  --three seconds is a long time--  180

   XXII  "'From each according to his ability, to each according to his needs.'"  192

  XXIII  "The farce is over."  207

   XXIV  Captains aren't supposed to cry.  217

    XXV  "--leave bad enough alone!"  231

   XXVI  The Keys to the City  243

  XXVII  "Are you open to a bribe?"  256

 XXVIII  "He's too fat."  275

    XXIX  "--we place no faith in princes."  283

     XXX  "Different physical laws, a different topology."  307

    XXXI  "--the first ghosts ever to search for an obstetrician."  319

   XXXII  "Where Cat is, is civilization."  326

  XXXIII  "--'solipsism' is a buzz word."  334

   XXXIV  "--all my dreams do come true!"  347

    XXXV  "It's a disturbing idea--"  353

   XXXVI  "Pipe down and do your job."  356

  XXXVII  The First Law of Biology  363

 XXXVIII  "--under his vine and under his fig tree; and none shall make them afraid--" 369

PART THREE
Death and Resurrection


   XXXIX  Random Numbers 389

        XL  "Is there a mathematician in the house?"  393

      XLI  "A cat can be caught in almost any trap once-"  404

     XLII  "You're a figment of imagination."  415

    XLIII  To Pull a Hat Out of a Rabbit--  422

    XLIV  "--where do we get the corpse?"  437

     XLV  A Stitch in Time  449

    XLVI  "I'm gifted with second sight."  454

   XLVII  "There are no tomorrows."  461

L 'Envoi


  XLVIII  Rev. XXII: 13   page 481



"-- it is better to marry than to burn."
     -- Saul of Tarsus


    "He's a Mad Scientist and I'm his Beautiful Daughter."
    That's what she said: the oldest cliché in pulp fiction....