On September 13, 2040, Simona opened the windows of her bedroom overlooking the sea. As usual she did not give the command to the voice assistant , that , frankly, was disliked but preferred to use his hands. On the other hand, she had been used since she was a child to doing for herself what she was able to do. A mechanical voice greeted her on her birthday and reminded her that it was time for her pill. Still that grim voice assistant given to her by her daughter a few years earlier. He had accepted it with a smile but surely he would have preferred a nice book in which to immerse himself and go back to the good old days when people were not at the mercy of automatons and intelligent machines that , yes, sometimes they were a valid help, but they had significantly lowered the ability to think and act independently. Ah! What a nostalgia for the 1960s.