How many times have we noticed a strange habit among people of blaming someone or even something. How many times have we told ourselves that justice does not exist, it is a concept invented by people, applicable to their own way of life and those of their own kind. And there is always an excuse: “What could I have done?” Convenient, isn't it? But not this time. The fact is that last year I found a certain artifact. I have not yet found out what extraterrestrial or, conversely, very terrestrial civilization he is related to. We communicate with him only in a dream, he calls himself “Slice of Time” or “Cutting Time,” and I am determined to change one injustice that happened several centuries ago. I'm going to 1810.