Have you ever dreamed of becoming a hero? Yes?!. Well, I sympathize... But Nick didn’t dream! And I didn’t even think about it. Information highway maniac. What does he need to travel to distant worlds, save rare intelligent species, political intrigues, wars, even love? But nothing... Everything rushed past without affecting me in any way. I crawled home from work, stuffed myself with a packed lunch and headed to the sofa. He clicked on his temple and away he went... Highway!!! Here she is dear!!! It’s not your job to fill out columns with numbers!.. The flow is overwhelming here. You perceive, you realize the billionth part of the information passing directly through the brain. The rest works with the subconscious. There is no time, no space, but only speed, speed... You rush, rush!!! My heart is racing!!!..!!!.. Faster!!! Faster!!!.. Metallic voice in my head: You have exceeded the absorption rate! Your life is at its limit! Forced shutdown! Pleasant dreams... The last thought before falling asleep: “May you fall through the damned tin!” In the morning, my head feels like I have a hangover, but I still need to go to work. You are drowning in a stream of the same white-collar workers. One, two, left, right... No friends, no girlfriends... Every day... Boredom at work, and in the evening crazy flights in a mad flow. Until one day... At a medical examination before entering the working sector of the highway, the blocker illuminated the orange sector. Heart?!