The vile sound of an alarm alarm tore the duty operator of the “spatial-temporal rescue and observation station” Kahaan bar Arialo from the soft embrace of Morpheus, when he had almost persuaded the arrogant beauty Aarnika bar Lok. Cursing angrily, Kahaan dumped the system data onto the crystal storage device, gave the command to the AI to carry out rescue measures, and with a clear conscience, leaning back in the terminal chair, fell asleep again. History is silent about what the operator on duty dreamed this time