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My pet is an E.T. come from far outer space,
In that incredible green morning full of grace,
Ready to take compassion on uncomfortable race.
I mistook him for a vainglorious giant green ant,
Or a friendly, playful silver chameleon vagrant
In a strange green cage like an UFO, or a bright cube;
A changeable dark hollow sphere, ellipsoid or tube
Was his environment, where he felt incredibly free.
A fullerene as molecule composed entirely of C,
Might resemble his changeable colors and forms...
Coming from other world, he had different norms.
Like a tortoise or a snail with their long life shells,
He bore his genetic and civilization dowry`s codes,
And no hesitation in polishing them in many modes
Of significant recollections as invisible diamonds
In some allotropes forms with recordable sounds.
In their world, the injured ET always may complain
Regarding the rude restrictive rules to self maintain,
And too severely lathe`s and Lathes` laws to bind
A submissive or subversive aim of washing mind.
If many faces gambles have gained a grinder at hand,
Deceived by logic, or urged by mirror`s command,
Whatever transformation and simulation`s tidy tie,
The judging common world expects our constancy.
In his multi-dimension space, my pet`s only obsession`s
A shift character shows multitudes of points’ collections
By dragging a 0-dimensional object in some direction,
One obtains a 1-dimensional object and self-selection.
By dragging a 1-dimensional object in a new direction,
One obtains a 2-dimensional object as self-protection.
My ET pet is playing in his cube beyond the K-K project.
Indeed ,he could collect an (n + 1)-dimensional object
By dragging an n-dimensional object in a new direction.
In our world,this game seems to be a natural selection.
He lived upon the analogy that (n + 1)-dimensional balls
Have n dimensional boundaries, beyond the buckyballs...
If he he had wings ,could we put him in a modern hen coop?
Our world build this as a new loop-hole or as an alarming loop...