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While Merel was turning one of the corners of the campus building something, or someone, ran into her. With a thud of bodies hitting hard tile floors a rather missmatchingly-dressed man tripped over the large tiger possibly startling both participants in the collision. There was a clattering noise as whatever the man was carrying or holding fell and spilled out all over the floor. It was in fact a small collection of newspapers, the mans glasses, an empty pepper grinder, and a few writing utensils. He immediately sat up as though he had not just tripped over a large tiger walking through a school and started to grope about for his spectacles. Upon finding them he put them on, looked at the mess and got a very very upset look on his face.

"No. . . no no no! They're everywhere! All of the evidiences, the papers, the squares, the pyramids, pyramids are triangular just like a prism. A prism is a three dimensional geometric shape but how is that possible when it is also created by Issac newton and reflects light across all the corners of the world and these newspapers." He started to wring his gloved hands and look at the mess worriedly rather than start cleaning it up. He started to rock back and forth beginning to breathe heavily. It looked like he was about to cry.

"So many people need those newspapers, all those corners, all those worlds that exist inside people. Bacterial cultures, microchips, nanites, all those little little things moving about everywhere. Solipsism? I wonder if it exists, yes it exists, in all those newspapers, all those worlds need to see that they aren't the only ones that there's other worlds out there so that they know that solipsism doesn't exist in their mind but only in their desks and video tapes." He mumbled then looked at the pepper grinder. He almost lunged at it and picked it up, putting it to his ear he started to twist it and that seemed to calm him down a bit.