THIS, June 27th, 2083, Sunday

"What was this?" Meri asked suddenly.

"I don't know," said Met. "It should be a creation of my father."

"Your father? Did you have a father?"

Meri had smiled. Met answered her joke with a light of memories on his face:

"Of course I had. Everyone has a father and mother. I just never saw him and never heard about my father."

"And I never knew my mother."

Meri had remembered this piece of memory when she met a shapeless object at a point of Met's memory line in his Skin. The object was still not definable as seen through the skin interface. Meri tried to remember what Met had said while they were looking at "This" together with Met. Met had tried to explain its meaning for him.

"This is almost my only link to my father. I never saw my father. My mother said she had never seen him. She told nothing about him except telling a short story about how I came to her. It was not a story about storks. My mother told that my father had sent this dynamic shape to her from the past. She said he had tried to include everything he wanted to tell in 'This'."

Meri looked at this. She was impressed with the light and darkness, colors and shapes, glitters and shadows flowing around it. It was reflecting the entire universe in nothing. There was an undefinable connection between this and "Meri". She looked at Met. He should have looked at "This" thousands of times. He was examining it as if he was seeing it for the first time.

"This shape is telling the stories of my mother and me," said Meri.

Meri tried to go deeper in Met's memories to find more about "This".

Met said " 'This' is the meaning of life for me."

Meri thought the meaning of life for her.