It just happened at midnight on December 31, 2044. I never thought I'd get there, after being arrested for one of the most serious crimes of this era: detention and smuggling of books. The conviction was exemplary: Exile in a cyber-hospice on Eurepa, one of Jupiter's moons. To be honest, Elon-company's janitors-secondies treat us with respect. As per regulations, on the occasion of the main holidays, everyone receives a dose of ketamine twice as much as usual. There is also no shortage of shows. At this time, those satellites that usually travel in Indian rows have arranged themselves in such a way as to form the inscription HAPPY NEW YEAR EUROPE in the sky.