The Economics of Prophecy

"What is this place?

"Oh, the merchandising corner of this event. Uh, I'm selling souvenirs."

I left the exhibition hall. It was a bright room. Various items lined up on clean shelves. I admire the machining accuracy and variety.

However, for me, full of shock just now, I'm a little short.

Reflecting that beauty as it is on the plane makes it less than half as appealing. I thought when I saw the painting that had peppered a lot of the patterns I had just been impressed with.

Of course, as a merchant, I know what that means. Behind the room, men and women viewed as a couple in elegant clothing choose souvenirs. Today's memories take shape.

... I'm getting a little interested. Senior's choice today may be because it's my dream, but it's really ideal. Then the senior told me......

"Now, what seems interesting... Whoa, you're doing a 3D printer demonstration over there."

The senior pointed to the center of the room. There is a clear circular case with a black frame. Inside, tools like funnels are sagged from the top. When the tool moves, a complex shape is created according to it. What you're doing looks like alchemy, but as far as I can see, the principles seem different.

Or the calculation that allows this control...

"Will you make the design for the exhibit just now? Even so, it's plastic. Kind of cheap, I guess."

Seniors say so, but I was attracted to the 3D lined up next to the device. It's incomplete because it doesn't move, but it's close enough to what I just imagined.

……

"Yeah, you want this?"

"... Yes"

Because it was a dream, I decided to be sweet. The shape you want is determined. It's that circle in the last exhibition room.

"of Exhibit 34…"

A senior is talking to the clerk's woman. Apparently, someone uses this tool. But the woman shook her head. Seniors look at me with troubled faces.

"Yeah, that's good. That shape seems mechanically difficult. If it's another..."

Apparently, it's too complicated, and it's going out of shape on the way. I accidentally swelled my cheeks. If you can't get that shape, maybe even the little things lined up around you. When I thought so, I remembered what I said earlier as a senior.

"Interpret for a moment, please"

Talk about converting formulas. The clerk who was listening to our story with his neck tied, but when the senior showed us the formula, he moved the device like he had no choice.

The device moves smoothly. In the form it could, the woman turned out to be a surprise. I can operate, but I don't seem to be very familiar with a few techniques.

"... size after that, what do we do..."

I hear that was a prototype. I just saw the couple. Two people who seem to get along. Women's fingers have rings.

"Now, match this finger"

I pointed my left pharmacopoeia with my right hand. Seniors panic. But the woman laughs with a grin and responds to my orders.

"Heh, heh, heh"

A small glow dwelt on my finger. The gem is originally a dull light with insufficient refractive index compared to the glass, but the harmonious beauty is really beautiful. It's like you're wrapping a formula around your finger.

Besides, this is a gift from a senior. Emotions similar to superiority toward Maitir awaken in the back of her chest. It's the opposite of her, but I think you should have it.

"I hope you're so happy with the plastic cheap stuff. I don't like my left finger."

"What is it?

I knew it meant something profound. It's funny the seniors are having trouble, so let's leave it like this. Anyway, it's what happened in my dream. That's what I thought and stroked my finger.

... but are you sure it's a dream?

The smooth feeling of touching my fingers revived my doubts.

There's too much I don't know about this world. Either senior dreams, it's more natural to think so. Then it would mean that I'm the character in my senior dreams...

No, I'm me. Earlier I explained to my predecessors what they didn't know. But seniors, that's the same thing. Then... if it's true for both of us...

No, but this is a dream. Even if there are phenomena that come and go around the world, there are many contradictions. These clothes, and these shoes. How did I get dressed for this?

But come on, if you want to explain the hologram earlier...

As the numbers circled in my head, I was approaching the exit of the souvenir corner.

The geometry tells us that it is the opposite side of the reception from the first entrance that came in. Outside, then, there's the same sight as the first one... I can't see it.

I stopped by accident. Pinched a senior's clothes that looked at me with a suspicious face. When this dreamy experience leaves this space, it ends. I had a feeling about that.

"What's up, Meer? Are you too excited and tired?

"... if you say you don't want to leave. What will you do? Well, if you say you want to be in this dream forever,"

I was running my mouth unexpectedly.

"I wonder if that would be a problem. Uh, you won't be able to go home."

Seniors make a troubled face. My mouth takes the liberty of telling me who I'm thinking about and when I think about it.

"What if I don't want to go back? If I were the only one left in this world... what would you do?

When Mathier grabs me, I can't let myself go to the Empire alone, I remember those Ricardo things.

"You've got a lot of stuff we've left over there. I have a job. Meer too......"

That's it. The senior shook his head. And you looked straight at me.

"You can't leave Meer behind. So I just have to ask. He asked me to come with him."

Ricardo reaching out to me saying so. That's more old memories than that. Me stuck in my head carrying hay alone in a village barn. of when he brought such an orphan into the outside world...

"Don't you just want to go back to Alfina and Alex?

I took my senior hand, thinking it was cheating. Sure, this world is hilarious and has a lot to know. But there's something over there that I built with my seniors, with everyone else.

"It's a joke. Because even I have a lot going on over there. Lilka and the others."

"That'll help."

With an openly relieved senior, he stepped toward the exit.

Turns out this experience is over. I accidentally grabbed my left hand finger.

"Ano ok sama kyo juga zehio hanashi......"

I thought I heard an earlier woman from behind. And the next moment......

In my dreams, it feels like I stepped off my feet. And my heart was thrown out into the void.

Just like when I come here, I lose its contour as my consciousness shakes.

I lifted a thick cloth with my head. I rub my eyelids. Apparently, I fell asleep. Did Alfina hang the blanket for me?

Uh, what were you doing? I did remember the dream I had just had when I shook my head with my senior......

Look at the left hand you're holding. Stiff fingers, one, one, open...

"Right."

Of course, there's nothing there. I rubbed my left hand pharmacopoeia uncluttered. There's not even a trace left there.

Even now that I'm awake, I remember clearly what I dreamed of. When I tried to think of dreamy memories in my head,

"Ricardo. Keep people here. What do you mean you're asleep"

I heard Noel from the next room. I heard seniors making excuses like they were in trouble.

"... more. It stayed... not so much..."

"No, even if they say so. To me..."

Some maitiel is complaining to seniors about that shard of crystal when she came back. Apparently, he came back in time, remembering that he had forgotten the remaining crystal shards of purple magic near Alfina.

I can also hear Alfina forgiving them both.

Looks like I need to get back to work. The last time I stroked my left hand finger, I tapped the blanket and stood up.