Editing City Series:Volume7 Layer 12 (section)

===Record 89: That is a Memory===

'''11/01/1998

'''1:03

The school festival starts today. Technically speaking, it starts this morning.

I was in the science specimen room to help the Professor prepare. He apparently had something for me to carry, but…

“What is this big light? There’s a string instrument in an unlabeled bottle over here and a celluloid desk pad that broke after being provoked too much 3000 years ago.”

To sum up the room…

“What a weird place.”

“That just shows you how important its contents are,” said the Professor while instructing some freshmen to carry things out. Then he pushed his glasses up his nose and looked to me like he had only just noticed me. “How fascinating. There is a specimen of a once-a-millennium idiot in here.”

“Do you want me to punch you?”

“What a strange thing to ask out of the blue. You have no intention of holding a coherent conversation, do you?”

“Unfortunately, the courts don’t open until the morning. The hospital, however, is open now, so I can punch you, right?”

“Before you do, can you say one thing to me: ‘curse your unparalleled genius’.”

This sounded like a pain, so I punched him before he was done talking. The monkey flew over to and crashed into the wall, bounced off, and immediately hopped back to his feet.

“Ouch. You certainly are the perfect example of a violent student. Now, can you get to work?”

“Yeah, yeah. So what exactly do I need to carry?”

“Bring that there out.”

He pointed at something on the wall.

I noted it looked like a fossil as I approached.

“How old is this?”

“Not even I know if it is younger than the school or if it was brought forward from prehistory by its Concept Existence Lives.”

“Huh, so not even a weirdo like you knows.”

“Oh? I appreciate the honorable title. Now, how about an injection for free? Just one and your brain will be a much more peaceful place.”

“Has it been clinically tested? On your brain?”

“Indeed it has. It peacefully activated all the right parts, making me very happy. Humans really need to be honest with themselves.”

I wanted to punch him, so I was honest with myself and did so.

I reached for the fossil on the wall and found it was extremely solid. Or rather…

“This sure is heavy. Can I really carry this?”

“That is a conversation to have between your fist and your inadequate brain.”

“ ‘Excuse me, fist? Can I punch this monkey?’ ‘Sure you can. But don’t overdo it because I don’t want to get too filthy.’ ”

“Why are you muttering under your breath? If you want to talk to yourself, do it to my face. Like you always have.”

He wasn’t making any sense, so I punched him.

The time he spent airborne and bouncing was a lovely respite from his voice. After some quick thought, I raised my fist in front of the fossil.

'''If you throw a punch with belief in your heart, all things will receive the blow in accordance with the conservation of energy.

I punched its weight.

The lightened fossil came away from the wall easily and I looked at the wall where it had been.

The next fossil was already budding there.

'''Author Comment:

Every school has a supply room, but they tend to be strange places.

Back at my school, it contained a globe larger than the room’s entrance. How did they get it in there?

Just like with the school library, it feels like a place full of valuable things no one knows to look for there.