On a cool summer day at 3.300 a.d. I entered the airfield of the A. Norton Cosmodrome. My hand frantically clutched my personal card with my data on graduating from the flight school, and now I was heading to the automatic psychologist, who was supposed to, after analyzing my psychomatrix, direct me to the most suitable crew. So that I could harmoniously fit into the already established crew. This moment was preceded by many events. Firstly, humanity has been spreading from Earth for about a thousand years and colonizing most of the galaxy. We discovered other intelligent ones, but it was not possible to live peacefully with them.