Editing City Series:Volume7 Layer 12 (section)

===Record 001: I Will Do It===

'''02/20/1999

'''7:11

I awoke to find myself lying in a bed.

I looked around to find a dark and filthy room full of electronics. There were a lot of desks there too.

“Is this the science room?”

The term I used sounded off to me. I knew what a science room looked like, but I couldn’t remember where I had learned that.

I apparently had some kind of amnesia.

“Your memories were sealed, not lost,” said a voice at the sink by the window. A boy in a lab coat was washing his hands. “You will remember everything eventually. It will happen once your power is needed. Then you will understand how rich those memories were.”

I didn’t quite understand, but I gathered that monkey-like boy had done something for me.

I gave him my thanks and walked out.

I wandered the dark hallways, opened a large door, and stepped outside like I was guided by the light. That was when I realized this was a large school.

It was a chilly morning.

I chose the asphalt road. I walked alongside the trees lining the road, figuring that would take me off of the school campus.

I wondered where I would go, but a route immediately came to mind. That had to be the way to my home. I home I didn’t remember anymore.

I passed by a woman on my way out through the front gate.

She wore her hair up and she looked like she wanted to say something to me, but then she tilted her head and kept walking.

Did she mistake me for someone else?

I walked on out.

The route in my head brought me south.

I could see the city starting up for the morning as I walked.

A blue propaganda truck passed me while I walked alongside a large road. The loudspeaker on top was talking about some kind of giant broadcast tower in Osaka.

It sounded like there was a lot going on with that, but it wasn’t my problem.

The wind blew.

I felt chilly and swung my right arm without even thinking.

“–––––––”

But punching the wind obviously wasn’t going to make it go away.

I had no idea why I thought that would help and laughed at the absurdity of it.

The wind had seemed to waver a bit when I punched it, but I concluded I must have imagined it.

I needed to get home.

I asked myself why I thought that and I found a clear answer.

Someone was waiting for me there. That was a dangerous thought when I didn’t have any memories.

Even if this person was there, they would be a stranger to me.

But strangely, I felt like I knew this person’s name.

Not that I could remember what that name was.

Who was this supposed person, anyway?

Only one way to find out.

I would return home and meet them there.

If what that boy had told me was true, some power of mine would be necessary eventually. I had no idea what that power might be, but I wanted to use it to its fullest when the time came.

So I wanted to get home and get a proper start on this new life.

A stranger was waiting for me at home.

I felt like if I got a running start on this new life, that person would also be waiting for me at my destination.

“You,” I called to this stranger. “You are only a stranger to me, but will you still call my name and root for me?”

'''Author Comment:

The future and the past are both yet to come.

Thank you so much for reading to the end.


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