Everything was ordinary. Everything was the same. Naota had settled into a routine. So had Ninamori. Canti was gone. When Naota asked anyone about Canti they looked gave him a blank stare. His android uncle went missing. Naota was slightly glad about that. It didn't really change life all that much. Mostly because when Naota asked about his Uncle he got the same blank stare he got when he asked about Canti. Ninamori was a pretty good friend. They talked a lot. Naota knew he never imagined the things he saw. Who has a whole 6-day hallucination? With some aspects of said 6-day hallucination carrying over into reality? Nobody. Naota's grandfather decided to become a movie director. It was pretty easy. All he needed to do was pay some 'working women'(as his grandpa called them) a lot of money to get naked and buy a camcorder. Naota's granddad was extremely invested in making 'only the best' so he got a rather swanky camera and a boom mic too. The movies didn't seem to have much of a plot either, Just tits. Naota was often asked to hold the boom mic. Often Naota got a massive bulge around his crotch area. It made his pants uncomfortable to say the least. Naota's granddad was making a moderate amount of money from his porn. More than his real uncle ever made with that minizine at least. Naota realised that his penis turned to stone when in the presence of naked women. Naota hated most of them. Most of them were just stupid adults. What did 'working women' mean anyway? What did any of it mean? Why did his penis turn to stone? When he poked it the stone penis hurt but not in the way most things hurt. Naota decided to leave it alone. Life was too short.
Nothing much happened. Everything was ordinary. Naota went to school. The teacher talked in her annoyingly chirpy voice about the pros and cons of using social media. Naota had never heard of this 'internet' thing. It just…appeared. Out of nowhere. How? Her voice had a surplus of upward inflections, desperately trying to create an artificial form of happiness. Naota went home. Naota did his homework. Naota slept. Naota woke up early. Naota idly looked out the window. Noata wondered what he wanted to do with his life. Naota found no concrete answer. Naota's gaze floated across the room before finally landing on Haruko's guitar. It was the first time he had noticed it for a while.