#234: The Snappy History of Sango Jingo (Part 3)
For Wednesday August 21 Day 234 of the 2024 Story-a-Day Challenge

The Sango Jingo cosmologist (interestingly, he was also a cosmetologist—his day job), Gravikyle Higgsaphile, was the first to break the 10D barrier when he completed building his ball made completely out of superstrings.
He moved his silly rubber band ball aside and never looked back . Even though his dog got to this new, quite pan-existential ball (the dog can be heard barking from nowhere now), still Higgsaphile found it easy to use what he had learned to slap together the Scalar Collider in the Forbidden Zone. As with most aspects of the Forbidden Zone, the rest was not history. In fact, forget I told you anything.
Really. Forget dat.
The people of Sango Jingo speak DiLingo ("D~L~ngo"), the guttural utteral, the crime of rhyme, the chyme of mime, the meter defeater/lipreader-repeater, the pox of vox, the jokalization of vocalization, and the taser of phrased phrases.
Is it easy?
Frankly, no, and if you’re missing a finger, counting in D~L~ngo is very difficult, unless you do it in Base 9.
True, at least 6 of their dimensions are rolled into strings at quantum lengths, but like the famous Sango Jingo philosopher and pensione aficionado, Frankin Occhi'packin, once remarked, “Fifty cents a night, and this guy wants the Hilton!”

And don’t think all 10 Ds come at once. No, that'd be a little too convenient! They manifest at different speeds. They can stack, they can cascade, they can even skip. (We all know people who just don’t “get it”? They've a skipped dimension or two. And if they’re only working with three to begin with, well...how sad is that?)
So what’s 10D like?
Well, driving isn’t very simple. Weaving in and out, this way and that, trying to avoid all of the possible outcomes that are laying out in front of you, scintillating in a Fibonacci pattern presentation of coordinates within heavily trafficked probability clouds.
Actung!
Make a wrong turn and they'll collapse on you!
This is why the traffic lights in Sango Jingo are not red, yellow, and green, but are corduroy.You may live by Yin and Yang, but the 10D folks who speak D~L~ngo live by the Ing, Ang, and Ong... and sometimes the Ung.
Now you know.

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AUTHOR'S NOTES:
For Wednesday, August 21, Day 234 of the 2024 Story-a-Day Challenge
366 WORDS (without A/N)
Accompaniment photos were AI-generated but the dog, spelled backward, was not.
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THIS CHALLENGE SNAPS ON, 366 SUPERSTRINGS AT A TIME...
There are currently three surviving prolific, myopic, biopyitic,meiopic, mitotic, and cosmotic Vocal rubber bands still self-assembling in the insane, inane, post-eyelid 2024 Story-a-Day Challenge:
• L.C. Schäfer, (challenge snapper)
• Rachel Deeming (also-snapper)
• Gerard DiLeo (Anti-dapper)
Read them. Support them. And don't give a ball of superstrings to a dog. I'd tell you why, but unless you have probability all wrapped up tight, well, like the Forbidden Zone, forgeddabout it!
About the Creator
Gerard DiLeo
Retired, not tired. Hippocampus, behave!
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My substrack at https://substack.com/@drdileo



Comments (3)
Hahahahahahahaha this was brilliant!
Once again comic genius, Gerard. You have mastered existential, philosophical, theological, gynecological, chemical, quantum mechanical and maniacal comedy! For Zarg’s sake, what’s left?
Oh, but the creative energy roaming around in that head of yours is too awesome!