“As children, we loved to play war. An old orbital corvette, God knows by what fate, ended up in a meadow, behind a nearby forest, among rosehip and hazel bushes, was ideal for this activity. If you leave the Edges along the northern road and walk one and a half kilometers towards the headquarters, sooner or later you will come across almost the whole body, dimly gleaming with ceramite lining. From a distance, the ship resembled an ancient submarine lying on its side. Of course, the reactor, engines and weapons had long been removed from the corvette. There were holes in the hull, and the surrounding lawn was littered with debris. But we didn’t need 100% complete equipment. And it was so much fun. I inserted a stick into the empty embrasure of the turret - and the laser is ready for battle; I lit a smoky fire in the cockpit - that means the main engines are running..."