[WP] Pinocchio says "my nose will grow now"

It all started with five simple words. “My nose will grow now,” Pinocchio mistakenly uttered. In an instant, Pinocchio dissolves through the brane separating our physical dimensions from contacting those existing parallel in the fourth dimension spanning time. Pinocchio instantly shatters the fabric of the known universe. Pinocchio became everything and nothing, life and death. Every single molecule making up his nose detaches from his body and takes a separate path through its infinite possibilities in the fifth dimension. The dimension that determines the path of everything which can happen, has happened, or will happen. Pinocchio feels at peace as he dissolves into the fabric of time itself, now noseless. Pinocchio squeakily asks the eternal blankness “What have I done?” In what may have been moments, minutes, or millennia, answer is heard. “You have found the solution,” a booming, yet gentle, voice responds. With its response, the blank, white space, shifts to a reddish hue and takes the appearance of television static. “The solution to what?” “Everything that we created always had a result, a continuation, or an output.” “W-what,” Pinocchio mutters. “W-who are you?” “We have been searching for a truly unanswerable question. To us, your entire lifetime, and those of your peers, are merely data points existing within a three-dimensional end result of a fifth-dimensional calculation. The purpose of this calculation was to determine, if there is a possibility for a question to exist without an answer. A paradox. There were constantly simulations of paradoxes, in which the output was still determinable. In every culmination of third-dimensional existence from basic chemical reactions, up to hyper-intelligent beings existing as networks of galaxies interacting within the cosmos, there were always answers, or outputs. You managed to create a legitimately unanswerable question, a true paradox. You have been selected for further study.”

Blown aback, Pinocchio has hundreds of questions egging at his psyche. But one, above all else, crawled up from deep below to be the highest priority. “Do I get to be a real boy now?” He asks. “If you so choose.”

A non-dimensional reflective surface appears. Stunned, Pinocchio sees himself, with flesh. A human. A real-life, human boy looks back at him. He looks down at his hands, wiggles his fingers, and wipes away a tear.

“A real boy can handle anything you have to throw at him,” he proudly declares.

“On with the testing.”

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