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understand later. I reacted honestly and instinctually, confirming that my childhood guess of three billion really was correct. The woman saw my look and awkwardly scratched at her cheek with a Ǥǯ wayȄinstead, she glanced at the computer window, typed something on the keyboard, and placed a printout on the counter. DzǤ ǫdz When I first saw the number three hundred thousand on the sheet, I thought it was the amount for each year. If a life was eighty years, that would be twenty-four million yen. Twenty-four million, the voice in my head repeated. I felt all the strength draining from my body. How could it be that cheap? It was at this point that I decided I was suspicious of the place again. This might be some TV show prank or some psychological test. It could even be ǥ But none of my excuses made a difference. The only thing that provided me any proper measure of disbelief was my common sense. Every other sense I had was telling me that whatever this woman said was correct. And one of my rules in life was that if you were faced with an illogical situation, ǡDz Ǥdz I simply had to accept the twenty-four million yen total. Even doing that took considerable bravery. But then the woman delivered the harsh truth. Dz yen. Your remaining life is listed at thirty years and three months, so you can walk out this door with about three hundred thousand Ǥdz When I laughed then, it was not because I took her words to be a joke, but because, objectively speaking, it was my life that was the joke. The true value of my life was literally orders of magnitude less than what I thought it was. Dz course, this does not indicate some kind of universal value. That is ǡdz the woman explained. Dzǯ ǡdz Ǥ disgust. Maybe it was sǯǤ Dz ǡ even I do not know exactly how it works. But from what I know, the result is largely influenced by the ability to satisfy certain values, such as good ǡǡ ǥ ǡ