“...The time machines stood where they always did—on the shelf between smoking mixtures and pot-bellied cognac bottles. The smooth sides of the machines glittered coolly and dully. Some LCD screens were dozing, others were making funny faces. There were no soft bracelets visible in the package, but Gariy knew well what they were - transparent blue, wide, tightly and comfortably covering the wrist. The time machines stood and looked with friendly interest at the two men who stopped in front of the shelf. A sign on the shelf reminded: “Abuse of moving into the past harms your present.” Gary imagined how he tightly grabbed the neck of a beer bottle and forcefully brought it down on the friendly living crystal faces...”