Hope turned two years old and woke up speaking in complete paragraphs about dimensional theory which was—I mean I'd expected accelerated development but watching my daughter discuss spacetime curvature over breakfast was still deeply surreal.
"The rifts form because reality has memory." She explained while making her cereal float in increasingly complex patterns. "When we broke the prison, we taught reality it could break. So now it keeps trying. Like—like a habit."
Like a habit. Right. Our two-year-old had just described dimensional instability using behavioral psychology.
"That's—" I tried to find words that weren't just stunned silence. "That's very smart, Hope. Where did you learn that?"
"I feel it." She said it like it was obvious. "When I sense wrinkles. Reality remembers being broken. Wants to break again. We have to teach it different."
Teach it different. Right. Because reality was apparently something you could train through positive reinforcement.
