"Touch & Go"

Max rushed from the school bus ramp to the front door, quickly removing the backpack from his back and sliding it like a curling stone onto the hallway leading to the kitchen.

The contents were the same amount of textbooks as usual, the same timing as usual, and the same momentum, so it was not necessary to confirm that it fits under the table.

In fact, Max turned around as soon as the backpack was out of his hand and started running with his back to the front door.

Mother's voice came from behind.

"Wait Max! You're going to that crazy doctor again, right ?!"

Max replied, turning around with just his neck, without stopping his legs.

"No, at Marlo! We promised!"

Of course it's a Blatant lie,

When Max got to the street, He turned to the left. It's the opposite of Marlo's house, in the direction of the coast where doctor's "laboratory" is located.

At the end of the road, white clovers lined up with small faces, which turned red-purple of rugosa rose as they approached the coast.

As soon as the scent of the tide reached the nasal cavity, the ocean spread out to fill the field of vision just around the corner.

There are only a few clouds over the sky, and the sun is pouring its photon particles onto the ground.

The energy that soaks into the surface of the earth grows vegetation and saves the creatures that eat it.

The element of life delivered through the circulation of water is also the food for life living in the sea.

With this rate, Max's skin will be dyed bright red without waiting for summer vacation.

The roads along the coast were sparsely populated with cars, and Max was accelerating his pace, despite the heat and the ups and downs of the road.

Inside the boy's body is a small motor that inexhaustibly springs up vitality.

The reflection from the surface of the sea pierces the arrow of light through the gaps in the eyelids, no matter how squinting.

Under the scorching sun, bees are knocking the doors of each petal, like Girl Scout's charity cookies.

Along with a lively stride, the coins in Max's pocket make a clinking noise.

Max won't have to use this coin today as it will appease the throat at the doctor's place.

Seabirds fly over a fishing boat running offshore, dexterously catching small fish thrown by fishermen.

The water rail nest found in the shrubs was gone after the windy day last week.

Is it laying new eggs somewhere else?

Someone in the class said, "If you get dandelion fluff in your ears, you won't hear the sound for the rest of your life."

It's a lie so you don't have to worry about it.

The world was hiding treasure chests here and there,Kids will find them easily.

The all-purpose key that can open any box is in their hands by birth.

The sea breeze that blew all over my body seemed to bring it to the breathing from the continent beyond the sea.

When the bike returns from repair, let's go on a long ride with friends to the observatory at the cape.

If we go to junior high school next year, have they forgotten our plans to take the train to the next town?

The boy could one day cross states, cross borders, and even put on the continent on the other side of the planet.

There is nothing to disturb.

It just takes a little time to book your first flight ticket.

The sunlight and the sea breeze deliver the same word to the boy's ear.

”Good luck to you”

All the elements in nature are on the side of the children.

After being born in this world, the days of a child's life for

a little over a decade.

The days of the afterglow of the soul, covered in the sound.

Childhood before adult masks stick.

Real own days.

Even as an adult, can We regain that feeling that We could instantly understand what was deep inside by just looking at our eyes?

Even as an adult, We lie in bed at night and close our eyes looking forward to what will happen tomorrow.

Is it possible to relive that soft feeling of expectation?

Of course it is decided that it can be done.

Anyone who has a physical palace to enjoy the world of this substance.

Anyone who feels that he is the essence of the soul that dwells there.

So anyone who lives in this world can do it.

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Max have been there several times so he know what's where.

Max took out the ice tray from the refrigerator in the kitchen, took out two glasses from the cupboard, and throw into a lot of ice in one of them.

"Hey Doc, Do you really need ice?"

The doctor, who is doing a another job than Max, chopped the leaves of wild grass into a basket net and shook his head.

Max can't believe he wouldn't put ice in his drink on such a hot day.

"You know, Cold has bad effect for old people"

Today's flavor is lemongrass, which is boiled in the pot.

Max knew for the first time when he came this "laboratry" ,that it has a lemon scent, even though it was a wildflower completely different from lemon.

Children can't guess the age of adults and aren't very interested in them, but the doctor's behavior is agile and Max feel like he's still early to be an old person.

"I guess he's older than the principal ...?"

"All matter and energy goes from concentration to diffusion, from order to chaos, and heat dissipates over time.It's the same with humans who lose their heat over the years."

The power to maintain order from chaos supports this universe and this world, and the breath of creatures is placed in it.

Bottled wildflower leaves were placed in a uniform container on the kitchen shelves, labeled with stickers and arranged neatly.

Almost all of them were picked by the doctor himself in and around his garden.

Under the eaves of the entrance terrace, some wild grass was hung for shade drying.

Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, it will be cut to a size that fits in a bottle and will join a new formation.

This home of the doctor on the edge of the outskirts was a ordinary house, but Max, who found the degree title of "Dr" on the nameplate randomly placed on the desk, said, "If the doctor lives. It must be a research laboratry. "

If this house has something different, it has a whole room, a library filled with bookshelves, and whales lined up in a mahogany display case in a living room. It was a number of dolphin tooth specimens.

From the smallest Harber porpoise to medium-sized Cuvier's beaked whale, Bairds beaked whale, Pilot whales, and large Sperm whales, there are a wide variety of teeth, and large Humpback whales that do not fit in the case are hooked to the wall.

The mustache of the humpback whale, which stretched long enough to cover the entire wall, was also interesting, but above all, the horns of the Narwhal sitting on it stood out in the collection.

Narwhal is a type of medium-sized whale that lives only north of 70 degrees north latitude in the Arctic Ocean. It has black spots on a white background and a long horn protruding from the male head.

At first glance, it looks like a horn, but in fact, one of the incisor stretched long and pierced through the epidermis and popped out.

Lying on the table of zoologists' debate.

There are two leading theories so far.

One is to crush the drift ice that covers the surface of the sea to secure the necessary path for breathing.

The other is that it may be used for fight between males over females.

However, neither theory reached the correct answer because the appearance of breaking the ice was not observed and there were no scratches on the male body due to the conflict.

In recent years, it has been discovered that there are sensory organs in the innumerable small holes on the surface of the fangs, and since then, the theory that it is a sensor that senses water pressure and water quality has become predominant.

Even so, the question remains as to why this length is needed and why it is a fang rather than another part.

As it tends to be, they were overfished and temporarily cornered on the verge of extinction because of superstitious beliefs that the horns (incisor) contained mysterious spiritual power and medicinal properties.

Since being protected by international law, only Inuit (Eskimo) people have been allowed to hunt narwhal, and there is an upper limit on the number of hunts. However, the Inuit did not hunt more than they could support their families, even if they did not set an upper limit.

No one should believe that narwhal horns have spiritual power in modern times, and it can be said that there is almost no damage to narwhal compared to other animals that are suffering from poaching.

Still, the chances of poaching will not be zero if the money-throwing dilettante is not extinct.

Is the doctor a rare article collector who is a favorite of smuggling brokers?

Dr.'s name is George Lilith.

He is a researcher of marine mammals such as whales and dolphins.

When he was still an active researcher, he went to the Inuit village for field research and lived with them for a while.

At the time of farewell, it was this narwhal horn that he received as a proof of friendship.

When Doc took it home, he carefully packed it in a wooden box and applied for customs firmly, but as expected, it was checked because it was a dubious thing.

At that time, the village where Doc stayed had only one telephone line, and the landlord was vacant to hunt seals, and it took time to contact him, so the flight was delayed by two flights.

The loyal and astute customs officials are willing to back up that the phone number is certainly from the Inuit village, is certainly a gift, and Doc also patiently dealt with it.

Now, in every Inuit settlement, unless they're a very stubborn elderly person, everyone has a cellular phone and the radio wave condition is good.

Just as the cat explores every corner of the newly visited house, Max also entered into every room of the house on the day he first visited the Labo.

Some dust-covered cardboard was placed on the bottom shelf of the library, and equipment that seemed to be used for observation was randomly piled up inside.

Max found a picture book of the series on the shelf one above it, looked at the sticker of the character thing attached to the book spine of them, and asked, "Are there children other than me?"

"It belongs to my son. That's what my son did. he certainly to put a sticker on it"

The son is now growing up in Belgium, he said.

"Is Belgium Europe?"

"Yes, it's a country next to France. he's married and has children over there."

When Max found the <Dr> plate on the table and asked, "Are you a doctor?", He replied, "Yes, I'm not active at the forefront."

Max could't fully understand the meaning of "farfront", but it sounded a little lonely, so didn't ask about its meaning.

However, it felt like Max was saying, "I'm alone now."

In fact, since his life was writing and contributing, he was able to work almost at home through the telephone line, and he rarely met people outside.

On this day as well, Dr. has a manuscript to write, so Max picked out a dusty picture book, and another book that even children could read, from the library, and set up on the sofa in the living room.

In the end, the picture book was inferior to the new one in the school.

Max was interested in the word "supernova" in the title of another book and chose it, but it was not enough for child to understand.

he closed the page early.

After that, Max started up the notebook PC in the living room so that he could use it freely, logged in to the bookmarked game site as usual, and enjoyed playing card games and racing games.

After miraculously rounding it up in 20 minutes, I next accessed the "career guidance for Children" site.

"Listen to everyone! In other classes, there are students who wrote things like" I want to be the Pirate King and the member of X-Men ", but you are already in the 5th grade, so don't write that"

"from the jobs listed on this site, seriously select and fill in three jobs that you want to be in the future and jobs that you are interested in! "

The teacher　in charge, Ms.Causery, exclaimed so.

Someone asked with a tone that was neither a joke nor a serious one.

"Is Pokemon Trainer useless?"

Ms.Causery said strongly and sharply.

"Of course not!!"

Some disappointed sighs echoed in the classroom.

"Is that a school homework?"

The work seems to have settled down, and Doc called out from behind.

Max replied, keeping his eyes on the monitor.

"Yeah, I have to choose and announce the job, I want to be in the future, I don't mind submitting it to my teacher, but I don't want to announce it to everyone"

Depending on the job to be announced, it is likely to be a good prey for boys who like to make fun of.

So far, astronauts have been the number one profession I want to be a classmate.

There's a reason for this, because a real astronaut had just given a lecture to school last month.

Not only the fifth graders, but the students of all grades gathered in the auditorium were fascinated and inspired by the magnificent story of the universe, and for a while there was a slight space boom on campus.

Of course, most of the fifth graders mentioned astronauts as the first job they wanted to get, which was not interesting for Ms.Causery and other teachers.

There were three entry field to write down the wished jobs.

Max's submission form has so far left blank for 1 and 2, and the third is the same "Marine Researcher" as his father.

It was a job that wasn't on the list of designated sites, but Max predicted that Ms.Causery wouldn't complain either.

And a mother who doesn't like choosing the same job as his father will somehow forgive him if it's the third one.

Unless she realize that the third one is Max's favorite ...

When Max was small, when he gathered at a relative's house, the future of the children was talked about.

Few children can clearly answer the adult question "what do you want to be in the future?"

If you give a stereotyped answer such as a police officer, a doctor, or a singer, adults will get excited.

But,It's hard to imagine a child working in the future, and hopefully they doesn't want to.

Max was restless to answer against adults waiting for a reply

,Father helped him.

"You don't have to force yourself to answer now. You can think slowly in the future. It doesn't matter what you do except rprobate."

Small Max also knew that reprobate wasn't a job and that it wasn't good.

"Then, what if I became a rprobate ...?"

After thinking a little, Dad replied.

"Well, if you're a rprobate, that's fine. Maybe your rprobate life may have some fun that we don't know about."

"Hey you!"

Dad kept laughing, despite his wife's criticism

"Life is differentfor each person. Only that person knows what he feel there."

Some relatives applauded slowly and small, and agreed.

The dissatisfied mother said to Max, "Don't believe your father's words."

In the first and second blanks, you can write down some of the jobs that mother and Ms.Causery would be happy with from the list on the site.

In the fifth grade, "something that cannot be escaped" gradually increased.

"Even if I can't become an astronaut, I might be able to go to space by space elevator when I grow up."

Articles about space elevators were published in both the pictorial book in the library of the Labo and the scientific magazine in the library of the school.

The articles say,"In the future, anyone can easily go to space using space elevators instead of rockets."

However, the science teacher denied it.

"When you get in a car and cross a long bridge, do you experience many small bounces?"

Everyone secretly called him <Mr Spot> because the lab coat he wore at the time of the experiment had a number of stain spots that wouldn't come off even after washing.

It is not possible to make a steel frame with a length that straddles the width of the river at once.

By all means, it is necessary to join some together, and the strength of the seam is inevitably weakened.

At a height of tens of thousands of kilometers above the ground, the swing width of the structure also increases.

Mr Spot explained to the students that the load of the shaking would cause damage to accumulate at the seams and cause them to collapse.

Doc connected a plan with hope.

"For example, set up a furnace on one side of the shore and push out the hardened steel frame little by little.Just like your hair grows. By continuing to push out in that way, it may be possible to create a seamless bridge. "

"Or we don't need a furnace, we can mix the two solvents to harden and create a strong building material, and we may be able to make a seamless bridge by adding it little by little."

He also talked about another possibility.

Both Max and Mr Spot imagine space elevators as buildings like towers and skyscrapers.

What's actually planned is a cable car-like style that rises vertically to heaven.

The material is planned to be carbon nanotube, a strong, lightweight, and flexible material.

"But I think Mr. Spot have a point."

Even for the carbon nanotubes, it is necessary to use completely seamless ones.

The length is 36,000 km from the earth to the geosynchronous orbit, and about the same amount from there to space out, that is, seamless carbon nanotubes exceeding 70,000 km are required.

It is almost impossible to launch a nanotube of that weight from the earth.

First, a space station as a factory will be set up in geosynchronous orbit.

The raw materials for nanotubes must be transported from the earth there and manufactured it in the space station.

After manufacturing 70,000 km of nanotubes, it is necessary to extend the nanotubes in a well-balanced and timely manner from the station to the earth and to outer space in the opposite direction.

After manufacturing 70,000 km of nanotubes, it is necessary to extend the nanotubes in a well-balanced and timely manner from the station to the earth and to outer space in the opposite direction.

Gravity pulled to the surface of the earth and centrifugal force trying to jump out into outer space,what kind of technology can be used to stretch nanotubes in both directions?

Even the Apollo program, which reached the moon, has caused numerous accidents, no matter how meticulous the procedure is.

Who will approve a one-shot deal that is too dangerous?

"Another possible obstacle is that nanotubes in outer space continue to be exposed to strong electromagnetic radiation from cosmic rays and the sun, shielding the entire nanotube is overweight this time"

The electromagnetic waves are also a problem, but even the smallest particles of matter have large collision energies with acceleration.

Even the slightest scratches on the nanotubes will break any of them.

"Simply thinking, it's easier to fly a plane than to lay a cable car to cross the Pacific Ocean."

The cable car can be restored even if it breaks, but if the space elevator breaks, a large amount of nanotube cables will fall from the sky to the surface of the earth.

And the another broken cable flies away to the other side of outer space due to centrifugal force.

To recover this, everything has to be rebuilt from scratch.

Even if all the durability issues are cleared, the completed space elevator will be a good target for terrorism.

Is it possible to guard the entire airspace of several tens kilometers in the atmosphere?

"In another 100 years, democracy 2.0 will be realized, terrorism will disappear completely, and technology that creates materials from substances in outer space may be realized, after those the realization of space elevators will be ... "

Recognizing Max's dissatisfied gaze, the frustrated Doc put his mouth on the glass he had in his hand.

"Oh, damn, adults kill children's dreams ..."

Not only Mr Spot, but even Doc.

With a betrayed feelings, Max sank into the back of the sofa.

After all, are adults incompatible creatures for children?

Only the quiet sound of the fan echoed in the room, and the ice in Max's glass melted and peeled off, making a noise.

Doc told me that the rotation speed of the earth is 1700 km / h, which produces a large centrifugal force.

Whether we build or operate a space elevator, we must do it in this fast-moving space, not in a stationary space.

That is a variety of obstacles, Doc said.

Max couldn't imagine the earth spinning at that speed.

However, because the earth rotates at that speed, the sun tilts by 15 degrees per hour, creating a daily cycle of day to night and night to day.

The earth revolves around the sun at a super speed of 100,000 km / h, and the solar system itself revolves at an even faster speed in the vortex of the galaxy.

And also, doc told me that even the entire galaxy is moving very fast in the direction of Hydra.

"Then, where are we now?"

With that in mind, Max stood in the kitchen and refilled lemongrass-tea.

The amount of ice is half that of the previous one.

In a space where energy vibrates, matter is guided by the vibration and decides its own whereabouts.

Just like driftwood gathers in one place on the surface of the lake that does not shake even faintly.

People are also guided by the vibrations in the sea of energy and flow to places along their own wavelengths.

The reason why Doc settled down in this "laboratory" in this land in this country town was that the wavelength of this person led to it.

It could be said that this land was a manifestation of his inner self.

After all, no matter how much people think "this isn't where I should be", it's still where you should be.

Stroll through the fields, pick wild grasses, and get the sea breeze.

This land with all the elements to wash the heart was what he needed.

As for people, person with the same wavelength naturally meet each other.

What was the flow of vibration that brought together a boy and an old scientist?

When Max returned from the kitchen, Doc was staring at the screen of the notebook PC that Max had been using.

There was a topic that Doc remembered from the story of the space elevator, so he heard that he was looking back at a certain site.

Doc asked the boy who was obsessed with space elevators when he returned to the living room.

"Would you like to become an astronaut and go to space like any other child? Do you want to smell the raspberries?"

When the astronaut finished swimming overboard and returned to the station, the particles on his spacesuit seemed to smell sweet raspberries for some reason.

Earlier, Doc told me so.

"That's not the case ..."

After wondering if Max decided to ask.

"Does the soul of a dead person rise up? Is that going to space?"

"I see, that's the story ..."

Doc button his lip for a moment and began to speak after he was pondering for a while.

"Like the aqueous solution in a cup separates into a supernatant and a sediment at the bottom, light substances are repelled by heavy substances and rise up, that is, in the opposite direction of gravity."

Perhaps the ancient people thought of the soul as "lighter" and had the image of rising to heaven.

If a soul exists and it has no mass, it can exist anywhere in space without being affected by gravity.

"Isn't it free to exist anywhere in the atmosphere, in the ocean, in the rocks beneath the Earth, or inside a star like the Sun?"

After saying that, he added, "So if you want to meet the soul of a deceased person, you don't have to go to space."

The escape velocity from the earth's gravity is 11.2 km / s.

"Without that speed, we cannot shake off the gravity of the earth and reach the universe."

"Isn't it that fast?"

"No, you're misunderstanding."

We usually hear, all the speeds is per hour.

It was no wonder Max mistaken for it.

"11.2km / s means that it counts as" O - ne ", and that it has blown up to 11.2km in that one second."

He pointed his index finger out the window.

It was just last month that Marlo's dad took me to the Angels game.

Immediately after the start of the season, the cheering squads of both teams were roused.

Since it was a special day for children, Max and Marlo were able to see the pitcher's pitching in the front row of the infield seats.

On the electric bulletin board on the back screen, the ball speed exceeding 150 km / h was displayed many times.

With the borrowed calculator, Max calculated that the speed at which the rocket escaped gravity was 267 times faster than the pitcher's throwing speed of 150km.

In other words, in order to shake off the gravity of the earth and escape to space, it takes about 267 times the speed of that pitcher's fastball.

Max couldn't imagine.

Max's mother told him to give the hot dog money to Marlo's dad, but Max was embarrassed and couldn't say it.

Marlo's dad saw Max and said with a smile, "It's okay, you should be my guest."

Max bought a trading card with Marlo with the money he didn't spend, and Marlo said, "I'm rooting this rookie," so we exchanged only one.

Marlo's dad was in a good mood with three cups of beer.

Marlo's mom, who came to pick me up in her car, complained that he was sloppy.

"Adult men drink beer with make a sound with his throat, maybe the Doc so ...?"

Max vaguely thought so.

"I just unknowingly pointed my finger horizontally out of the window, but the rocket has to fly vertically instead of horizontally, and while a hard ball weighs tens of grams, a rocket is a lump of 2800 tons of steel."

In his words, Max was pulled back from Angel's home ground to the lab room.

"It takes a lot of energy to launch an object against gravity"

"It's about 15m to the roof of a three-story school building. It's easy to run 15m in the playground, but it's hard to run up to the roof of the school building, right?"

He wanted Max to imagine the difficulty of resisting gravity, and explained that.

If there is one miscalculation for Doc, is it that it is not easy for an elementary school student to run up the stairs to the three-story rooftop?

The building that reaches the heavens may have been a long-cherished wish of humankind.

How many floors can the Tower of Babel run up?

Even modern humans may not be unreasonable to want an elevator that extends to heaven.

What did the ancient people ask for in the sky?

Is it an encounter with God or a reunion with the gone?

"After all, Apollo 13 is 13, so I wonder if it caused an accident?"

Suddenly Max asked.

In school space learning, Students also learned the negative history of space development.

Some of the schoolgirls screamed, wept, and all mourned the death of the crew when the images of the Space Shuttle's aerial explosion were shown on the monitor.

Before the video of Apollo 13, "It's okay because all crew of Apollo 13 are saved," Ms.Causery announced.

After watching the video, one classmates said,"The cause is number 13, after 12, skip one and should make it No. 14."

"It can be said that it is, it can't be said that it is."

Doc said.

The number 13 is disliked in Christianity because of the existence of Judas, the disciple of the thirteenth traitor, needless to say.

"But perhaps before that event, another number would have been called the numerophobia, and for example, if Judas was the fifth disciple, then for Christians, five would be the numerophobia."

If a new document was discovered and someone was baptized by Christ before Peter, Judas would be the 14th disciple.

"From today, people will not accept the announcement that 14 has become an ominous number."

No matter how correct the discovery is, people are reluctant to rewrite the preconceived notions in their minds.

Or was it not a coincidence that Judas became the thirteenth, but was it set to hit the thirteenth, which was originally a bad number, by the devil's command?

"Of course, that's not the case. Everything a person does is created by human consciousness. 13 is neither a good number nor a bad number. But if one thinks so, it will still cause something."

"Today is the 13th, so something bad may happen", if you were working with a fidgety feeling, your hands would be neglected and that "something bad" would become a reality.

The Apollo 13 accident was also a trivial cause for the engineer to forget to remove one screw.

"Was that engineer working fidgety?"

"Well, what about? Even if he thinks,'I don't care about the number 13,' but in fact, he cares about it at the depths of his heart.

There is something unconscious in people's minds, and it seems that sometimes they do something that they can't even think of. "

The story of the universe was replaced by the workings of human consciousness story.

"I wonder if my dad was drinking beer with make a sound too ...?"

Looking at Doc's throat up and down, Max thought so.

"David says 13 is a lucky number. his birthday is 13th, and when he went to a donut shop and bought a dozen, he could secretly eat the 13th one as a bonus, before he got home! "

"Then, if all the members involved in the Apollo 13 project were like David, that accident might not have happened."

"Yeah, I'm sure it is!"

The laboratory was on a hill overlooking the sea, and the view from every window was amazing.

In the outskirts of the land, which is visited only by postman and delivery person, there was no traffic of cars, and only the sounds of the natural world were heard.

Occasionally, a strong sea breeze hit the glass door, and a piece of bird fluff was quivering and clinging to the edge of the window.

It would fell out feather which was molted toward a summer.

The sun was tilting west, and the melted glass of ice was almost at room temperature.

"It's about time to get home in the sun. One day, we will get other convenient way to go to space, neither elevator nor rocket"

So, prompted by the Doc, Max stood up.

Max still wanted to stay here, so Doc thought about sending it by car after chatting for a moment, but he restrained it.

Max knew from his mother's speech that Doc wasn't welcomed here for some reason, but Max had no idea why.

Just like when I came, I greeted the horn of the narwhal again as I passed through the living room.

Certainly, it may be no wonder that men of oter days wanted to believe that this had spiritual power.

The glossy spiral structure seemed to shine so much.

Talking to an adult man one-on-one for such a long time was rare even with a school teacher.

However, until now, the class teachers were all female teachers.

Both the male and female teachers at school treated Max only as a child.

Until now, Max has never had an adult who listens to what a child says without any hassle.

For Max, he felt like "a person different from other adults."

Max once asked the Doc about that.

"If you feel that way, maybe because I'm aware that I'm here for every single moment ..."

Such an answer that Max didn't understand well was returned.

Doc came to see me off to the front door and said.

"Before you come here, I would appreciate it if you could email me from the school.Sometimes I'm absent, and I can prepare tea for you in advance. "

The personal email address of the student was assigned to the PC terminal that can be used at school.

The e-mail address of the individual student was assigned to the PC terminal that can be used at school.

But school PC weren't always available, so Max promised the Doc that

e-mail notice would as much as possible send him.

Some of the class members had their own cellular phones, and replacement with a new model was a staple topic of the Rich group.

Max also asked his mother to have him when he went to junior high school, but it seemed difficult for him to fulfill that request.

"If it's summer vacation, should I call from home before coming?"

"Yeah, I want you to do that. Are you planning to go to a summer camp this summer?"

"No, I'm in junior high school next year and I may have to study at home all the time, so I don't think I'll go to summer camp this year ..."

While saying that, Max remembered his mother's muttering, "I'll be in trouble because it takes more time to make lunch."

"Do you have a plan for summer vacation?"

"Haha, There is no summer vacation like school students. Well, somewhere I'll be leaving home to investigate the whales. I'll tell you as soon as the date is decided. "

"That's right ... My Dad had a motorboat."

"Oh, I've heard it before."

"If I had it, I could always go see the whale ..."

He thought it would be unsuitable for a boat of that size to go out into the open sea, but he didn't say it.

The reason why the way back is sad, is that the world dyed red by the sunset makes me feel that way.

Or is it because I have to sleep under a different roof from the person I was talking to?

On the way back from the <Labo>, Max wasn't as excited as the way to Labo.

The book Max borrowed from the library was once placed under the window in my room, and he leaned forward to pick it later.

His mother's work is late shift on this day, so Max don't need to do that.

Max put the prepared meal in the microwave oven and ate it alone as usual.

He was already used to it, and he felt comfortable because without mother's scolding.

Before going to sleep, Max lay down on the bed and kept a brief diary.

Even though diary, he only wrote one or two lines, and the only entry on this day was "Went to Labo, story of the space elevator and Apollo 13 ".

That was it.

Max lightly cast the diary in the cabinet board beside the bed, reached out and turned off the desk lamp.

It was a few months ago that the nib of his dad's fountain pen was crushed and couldn't be used.

Max knew that it was said, "It's kind of stupid to cry because of that."

That night Max pressed his face against the pillow and cried secretly.

The broken fountain pen is still in the special seat in the treasure box.

When fall asleep, Max remembered an old event.

When we all went to Arizona on cousin Iris's first birthday, Max's dad picked up Iris and said:

"The world is tough. you dodn't have to be born, you can keep yourself in the world over there forever."

Iris was lifted and looking at my dad's face mysteriously.

"But, Anyway, you've come, you'll play a lot and get many fun."

Iris's dad, mom, and everyone else turned a suspicious look at him. Of course Max too.

"My dad said weird things that she shouldn't have been born ... maybe when I was born, dad said same ...?"

When Max got up from bed, turned on the light again and added to the diary, "I may meet the soul of a gone without going to space."

When Max looked back at his diary the next morning, he remembered his dad lift up Iris. even though It didn't go up to Max's consciousness.

Max just found his letters added by the disordered handwriting.

Sweet memories, bitter and sad ones sink into the sea of memories.

Why can't human remember everything like electronic memory?

Why do old memories come back and disappear again?

Is the memory trick a curse or a grace?

Consciousness just goes through the curtain of sleep, and has another new morning and another new day.