“I am the Overseer of the human race No. 3461. Planet Earth, Milky Way Galaxy, system XY62Z in quadrant KO13584. Civilization class 04 on the Dempler scale. In other words, primitive.” What is it like to be the Overseer of planet Earth? Decide which technologies it is ready for and which it is not? Decide the fate of an entire race, an entire world? What is it like to be a criminal and an outcast in your home world, with no way to return? And always be a stranger in the world where you live? Nightwood thought he knew everything about this. He believed that he understood where the line between “good” and “bad” was. He believed that what he was doing was right. But on this planet everything went wrong again, for the umpteenth time... And in addition, this disease, for which there is no cure on Earth... Is there a way out of this cycle? Is it possible to save yourself and the endangered planet? And most importantly, does he need it?