Yoylite. It sure is a thing.
For many years now, the greatest minds of the past 2,763 years have been left scratching their heads as to the many questions and enigmas that surround this precious material. Few people even know of its existence, even fewer can confirm that it actually, truly, *really* in this world (or out of it, perhaps), and only a *very* exceptional, very talented, very intelligent few (so few, there's just two) have actually gotten to see it with their very eyes, grasp it with their own hands (or feet), and actually investigate the many mysteries that surround this mystical and unknown resource.
But, like, *why*? What's so special about Yoylite that can't be found in anything else? What makes it so valuable in the eyes of the brightest and wisest, those that presumably have so many other questions left unanswered, those that already have plenty of proverbial food on their plate? What exactly is it about Yoylite that makes it unique, makes it stand out? What's in it that makes it any more valuable than Ruby, or Sapphire, or Emerald, or Turquoise, or Amethyst, or Obsidian, or Diamond, or Amber, or Variscite, or Ivory, or Jade, or Feldspar, or Jasper, or Gold, or Opal, or Axinite, or Pyrite, or Coral, or Topaz, or Benitoite, or Glass, or Garnet, or Aquamarine, or Iolite, or Dioptase, or Fluorite, or Pearl, or Hematite, or Quartz, or Malachite, or Peridot, or Lapis Lazuli, or Kornerupine, or Chrysoberyl, or Ammolite, or even *Poo*?
Well, if you don't know the answer to that, then perhaps you are *truly* lost.
Yoylite is *the* thing to research, the thing to investigate. In a world that has seemingly thrown away all notions of common sense or decency, any hope that this world could be any better, even just *slightly* so, than the current desolate, bleak rock that it is now, it's the *one* thing that the remaining bright lights of the planet are clinging onto. There's just *so* much to look at, so much to investigate, so much to study. Really, it's not even about what the stuff can even do, but what the *doing* can do. In just several episodes, Golf Ball and her associate were able to extract so much valuable information and knowledge from that chunk of space rock, publish so many papers and works regarding its many miracles, and completely revitalize and rejuvenate a scientific world that was seemingly left to rot, decay, and die. If all this *exciting* research isn't what it takes to get the people going again, if it doesn't inspire people to be better than themselves, to put aside their petty conflicts and irrelevant differences, to work together to create a better, brighter world that doesn't include such horrible, dreadful things such as people suddenly falling out of the sky, forced competitions that takes months and years away from their lives, and sewing needles, then the world truly *is* doomed.
There's just one small problem with that dream, however: you can't exactly revolutionize the world with Yoylite if there isn't... any Yoylite.
When Golf Ball and Tennis Ball first got their hands on that rock, just barely being able to extract it from the claws of an unknowing, unfeeling, unenlightened populace, they were extremely *ecstatic*. They've dreamed so much about all the things they could do with it, and they never thought for even a moment about the most terrible and awful thing about anything in the universe: all things, as beautiful and wonderful as they may be, come to an end. Every time they ran an experiment on the rock, every time they used some apparatus to get some detail about it, a few minute particles, bits and pieces, are lost to the wind and forever fade into history. They didn't mind it whatsoever as they worked feverishly on their all-important goal, being constantly fixated on making sure that their 2,763 experiments work exactly as they anticipated, but eventually the effects were too much to just ignore: GB and TB would notice the thing shrinking further and further, desperately hoping that it'll last long enough for them to *finally* achieve their big break, but eventually, *inevitably*, the whole thing was reduced to dust.
