Just look at this little man, comatose in a disstatic tank, connected to a psychotronic device that brings sweet dreams. Genetic engineering is working on the guy. That's all he knows, since he's already spent a lot of time in one of the damned boxes - if only he knew where and when! But the details are unknown. He drifts in his glass coffin, in an oxygen-containing bubbling liquid, too dull from drugs and from the sleep-programming REMori vaccine to react adequately at least during brief periods of semi-conscious awakening. Pieces of reality that he manages to intercept during periods of wakefulness, staring myopically out of the viscous transparent fluids seem unreal and vague. All I remember is fear and impotent anger. During such a break, a bright picture from the past emerges in the memory of a person floating in a viscous mess...