A man was driving home from his dacha, white light, and now he was already at the orbital station, and then he worked as a miner. I caught an asteroid, processed it, transported the ore, received money, drank, rested and went back to the ship. But sometimes in life you get lucky, but what would you do without it? So he finds something incomprehensible, and then it turns him into something. And now it’s hardly worth offending him, he’s nervous now, almost trying to punch him in the face. And it works! And he will! And to the one who brought it to someone else's space station, and to the one who wants to use it...