So, I bought a mouse from a kiosk in the nearby pedestrian underpass. Asked for a quality one and was given ‘an everlast model’ by the vendor. Maybe it WILL last forever, but it works really funny. Had to ask Artem to buy me another.

They have certainly heard about dad; news spreads fast. So, they decided, “Better safe than civil,” I assume.

“There’s nothing wrong with you. You’re just making things up. You’re stout and sturdy. Just pull yourself together! Everyone calls a doctor now when they fancy themselves ill. You have no idea how many visits I must make today…”

The people even justified the approach: “If we’re going to be ruled by clowns, lets at least get some fun from them.”

Apparently, everything was okay, a bit too much okay, you might say. There was no screaming, no laughing, no running to catch the bus, no begging, no dog poo on the ground, no pickpockets harassing the tourists….

No matter how technological human life has become in this twenty-first century we are living through, irrespective of whether people have landed on Mars, independently of humans possibly coexisting with robots or generative AI…

A few weeks had passed since the rebellion led by Dara had made the whole world e-brain system collapse. People were still celebrating the euphoric outbreak of freedom in the streets. Nobody knew what to do next, but freedom is a feeling so intense that it doesn’t let you think about anything else.

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After exiting the bus, Yuri crossed Broadway and pushed through the door of a modern-day Café Baudequin. It paled in comparison.