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Chapter 407.

    Chapter 407.


    <strong>Chapter 407. Visiting a Small City from my Childhood with my Girlfriend. (4/4)</strong>


    <span style="font-weight:400">I headed out on my own while Rosa approached the register to pay.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Stepping out of the store, a memory of mine shed through my mind. An image from my childhood surfaced. This perspective when exiting the store, though it was from a lower angle. It was superimposed with what I currently saw in front of me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The store I used to buy video games. I remembered it. It was right across from this one.


    <span style="font-weight:400">My first thought was to get Chris a souvenir, a game from there, but when the video game store in my memories faded, what reced it was… an empty storefront with a steel gate in front of it. It was closed. No, not just closed, it was out of business. It wasn’t simply devoid of customers, there was literally nothing inside it at all.


    <span style="font-weight:400">A somewhat dejectedugh leaked out, “Haha… things really change quick, huh?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">It made sense though, the gaming market had moved away from physical copies to digital ones over the years. These days most people would just download the game online rather than buy a physical copy at a store.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It made things extremely difficult for such stores to survive. It was a looming sign of an eraing to its end. It only really sank in now. I was reliving that era’s end again.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The transition to an era where the consumer doesn’t truly own many of the things they purchase.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The so-called metaverse wasing.


    <span style="font-weight:400">A ce where you would own nothing but be happy. That was the slogan.


    <span style="font-weight:400">But there wasn’t much that could be done. Social media and tech giants pioneered and paved the way for its inevitable integration with society.


    <span style="font-weight:400">However, maybe it will go differently this time around. No, it’d be naive to think it would. The most that could be done was to dy the inevitable rise of the metaverse.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The only way to do so was to dy or outright stop a certain global event three and a half years from now. It was thanks to that event that those in the tech industry were able to capitalize and take advantage of the situation to push their shitty vision of the metaverse into the mainstream that no one asked for or wanted.


    <span style="font-weight:400">As with social media, I stayed clear of the metaverse. I saw the great danger that came with it. Your entire livelihood was under the direct control of a bunch of narcissistic lunatics. If they wanted to get rid of you, a single press of a key was all it took to effectively end your life.


    <span style="font-weight:400">They had far too much control. Governments didn’t understand the dangers, and as always, were too slow to react or do anything to limit the control being exerted over the poptions they governed. In the end, governments became loyal dogs of those corporations who’d amassed too much power and influence over society.


    <span style="font-weight:400">If a politician tried to touch them, all those corporations had to do was sway public opinion in their favor. Doing so wasn’t hard at all. They just had to tweak the algorithm a bit and influencers would hop on board whatever trend got them promoted by that algorithm.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Influencers were arge problem for governments, they had a greater ability than them to mobilize brainless followers. That by itself wasn’t the worst thing ever, the problem came with the fact that those corporations had leashes on those influencers. Influencers knew that so they bowed their heads low and acted like their loyal dogs unable to bite the hand that fed them.


    <span style="font-weight:400">That was the endpoint of capitalism. Ruling through money.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The extreme opposite was socialism leading intomunism, ruling through power and authority.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Either the mega corporations won or the governments did. It was a situation where you had to pick your poison.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Unless a delicate bnce was established between the two extremes, society would inevitably grow dysfunctional. That was the conclusion I inevitably came to a long time ago.


    <span style="font-weight:400">But even if I knew how things would y out, there was nothing I could do about any of it. I was just a tiny little nobody in the world. I neither wished for wealth nor power. I did not desire to control or discriminate.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I suppose I’m what they would call a fence sitter.


    <span style="font-weight:400">None of it had anything to do with me as long as I stayed out of it and didn’t get involved or participate.


    <span style="font-weight:400">As such, there was really no point thinking about any of this.


    <span style="font-weight:400">One day I’d like to buy up some farnd, be self-sufficient, and enjoy a peaceful life away from everything. Completely, or at least mostly, disconnect myself from society. It would be extremely difficult to pull it off all on my own and would by no means be a walk in the park. Even so, I think I’d still want to try it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You sure like to stand around spacing out.” Rosa elbowed me lightly from my side.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You paid already?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah. Did there used to be a store you went to with your mother over there or something?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? Uh… yeah, there was. It sold video games and was where I got a lot of my used yStation games from as a kid.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“The ones you gave to Chris?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, I was thinking of getting one as a souvenir for him from there… but it seems they’re gone now.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, it’s not like all video game stores are gone, we’ll probably run into another one somewhere along the line. You can just get one when we do.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah... you’re right.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What do you sound so down for?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“The changing times. It’s sad to see somewhere you had fond memories of from your childhood suddenly gone.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Since they’re memories you had of your mother?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That too I guess. But life moves on. We should go now.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Before that, why don’t we get something to eat from the food court? We’re going to be on the road for a while.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Right... I forgot that they had a food court.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Then let’s go see what they have.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">We checked the map posted on a pir and made our way to the food court.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Though there were some food vendors I didn’t recognize, the majority were ones I recognized from back then. Somehow I felt strangely relieved to see them. I’d tried some of them with my mother and it’d been a long time since I ate anything from these food vendors.


    <span style="font-weight:400">We both ordered from one of the vendors I remembered with the best food and took a seat at one of the tables in the mostly empty food court. Out of the fifty or so tables, only ten of them were upied. It was a rather pitiful sight.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Seated at the table with Rosa I let out a sigh and reminisced, “Haaaah. In the past, it was hard to even find a single free table in this food court. You either had to get lucky or watch like a vulture for one to free up.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It was that busy back then?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes. Very busy. So busy, there would sometimes be people rushing to get to it first. Thepetition was fierce back then. My mother sometimes took advantage of the fact that I was a child and used the ‘single mother with an aching back and feet from overwork’ card to get people to offer up their table to her.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hahaha, like seriously? That’s pretty smart though.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, she had all sorts of little tricks she’d use to get by.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">While seated, Rosa leaned forward over the table, supported her cheek with her left palm, and said, “Hey, let me try some of your food.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sure.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Rosa opened her mouth and I fed her some from my container with a fork.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She closed her eyes and chewed while she analyzed the vor.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“How is it?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hmm, it’s not bad, but it could be better.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, it’s not as good as I remember it being. It tasted a lot better when I was a kid.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Rosa opened her eyes and nodded, “Well, that’s how things go.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“They probably got a new cook by now. Or they might be using lower quality ingredients to cut down on costs. Since the number of customers they’re getting is likely nothingpared to the past I wouldn’t be surprised. It’s a shame, it was so good before.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Here, try some of mine too.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Rosa scooped up some of her food with a fork and fed me back.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, yours is unexpectedly good actually. I don’t remember them selling this before.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Seems I lucked out then,” Rosa smiled, with her head tilted to her left on her palm while staring into my eyes. She had her right elbow on the table, her right arm up with her wrist bent and fork pointed down at the table.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Seeing her right now, I couldn’t help but think that spending my leisure time eating together with her like this for the rest of my life wouldn’t be bad at all.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Do I have some food on my face or something?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? Uh, no. Why?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’re staring a lot. Heheh, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were captivated by me,” Rosa teased while poking my lower lip with her fork yfully.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I am.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">ck.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Her hand froze up and the fork slipped out from between her fingers


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Did that surprise you?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It did. It surprised me a lot that you’d say that so honestly without there being some sort of twist to it. So, what’s the twist?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“The twist is that there is no twist.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“This is bait. I’m not falling for it. There’s definitely something to it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I love you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Her lips squirmed a bit as she tucked her head down to the right and rotated her left hand to obstruct her lips with her fingers.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t go throwing straight balls at me out of nowhere when I’m not ready for them, that’s ying dirty, jerk.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“How heartless of my girlfriend. She doesn’t even love me back,” I joked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She peaked up from the corner of her eyes and said, “Shut up, I love you too, jerk.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I raised my fork up with some food to her mouth.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She opened her mouth, took the fork with food into her mouth, and chewed while still covering her lips with her fingers.


    <span style="font-weight:400">By the time we finished eating, the gloomy feeling I’d felt since we entered the mall had cleared up.


    <span style="font-weight:400">With our stomachs filled we departed from the mall.


    <span style="font-weight:400">We didn’t immediately leave the city though. Rather, we stopped by a major retailer, one that didn’t have a store in our city.


    <span style="font-weight:400">This time it wasn’t for Rosa, rather, it’d been somewhere I wanted to drop by.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When I led Rosa to the aisle with the product I was after she finally asked, “What you wanted to get was frozen food?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“But it’ll spoil.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’ll only get one. It should at least be good until we set up camp today.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What is it you want so badly?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, when I was a kid there was this brand of frozen pizza I really liked that I’d always get from here. They don’t sell it in our city.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I see. But frozen pizza? It can’t be that good, right? I mean, it’s just frozen pizza.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It is that good though. I’ve been dying to eat one of these for a long time now but you can’t get them shipped from anywhere online. My mother used to buy twenty of them in bulk each trip and we’d bring them back home with us. When they were on sale they only cost $1 for each one.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">For decades I’d kept my eyes out for this bloody frozen pizza from my childhood. I’d dreamed of those 13.8 ounces of goodness for years on end. But no matter how much I wanted them, I wasn’t going to drive for hours to this city just to get them.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Only a $1? There’s no way it’s as good as you remember it. You’re just going to end up disappointed when you eat it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I swear on my life, it’s the best frozen pizza I’ve ever had.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaah. Well, we’ll see about that. I guess I’ll just have tofort you when you start crying about how it’s not as good as you remember.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“But now that I think about it… how do we cook it without an oven?” I’d never cooked it without an oven.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Just seal the pot we brought with the frying pan. Put the pizza in the pan and seal the pan with the pot’s cover. With the pot over a fire, the air inside the pot will heat up and transfer to the frying pan. Like this, we should be able to cook it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, good idea. That should help cook it evenly.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Once we resolved the problem on how to cook it, I groaned one from the freezer andmented over intion, “Haaaah. It’s $2.50 now.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Cheap.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What do you mean cheap? That’s a 150% price hike.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s still freaking cheap.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The two of us bickered back and forth about the price all the way up until we left the store. We’d even gotten the cashier involved and made her take a side when paying. Sadly, I was defeated two to one when the cashier took Rosa’s side. I could only suck it up and ept defeat.


    <span style="font-weight:400">We argued about some really pointless stuff at times, but doing so was unexpectedly enjoyable.


    <span style="font-weight:400">With the frozen pizza packed away in our bag, we departed from the city and continued our journey.
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