The world of the Commonwealth, neural networks, cruisers and the slave trade. Somewhere on the outskirts of the Human Ecumene... I have no idea how long I remained in oblivion. There were no dials on the walls, and the wristwatches were left in storage at home along with documents and government awards before the flight. Now it turns out - for eternal storage. However, now, as soon as I thought about the loss of what had remained somewhere in a world unimaginable yesterday, my thoughts somehow smoothly and unobtrusively moved to the incredibly curious interior surrounding the bed. It’s as if someone had put a barrier in my head, a trap for negativity. A cunning ban on suffering, skillfully replacing one emotion with another. Moreover, there really was something to spend some of your attention on. Metal, as if cast, slightly sloping walls. Without a single window or porthole, by the way. It is unknown on what principle the panels worked, glowing with an even yellow-white light, as if fused into the ceiling and some pylons protruding from the walls.