As extrusions of the higher dimensions made themselves felt in the four-dimensional frame, what had previously seemed immutable “laws of nature” proved more and more capable of amendment... In Flatlands, Oklahoma, Billy-Ray Woolsey flexed the fingers on his right hand. They looked a little swollen as he placed the quarter on his thumb. Constant use had left it so numb he couldn’t even feel the coin anymore. He flipped, clumsily caught the quarter in midair, clapped it to the back of his hand, then held it out to the lens of the video camera Jesse-Bob Fargis held. Heads yet again. “How many does that make?” Billy Ray asked in a slightly hoarse voice. “Counting that one ...” Jesse-Bob shifted his attention from the camcorder viewfinder to the scratchpad by his elbow as he made another tick-mark. “Well, I’ll be dipped! That’ll make two thousand heads since I got here.”
