The authors of the almanac boldly work with plots and collisions, with metaphors and allegories, with the very form of the text, with its rhythm, with its breath. There is grotesque, irony, philosophy, and lyricism here. Other planets and exotic islands flash here, and very close by are quite recognizable, purely earthly landscapes... There is everything here to prove that science fiction has not gotten lost in the three pines of primitive plots, that Cinderella is still alive and is preparing for new achievements.

“My consciousness moves freely in several galaxies. If you look at it this way, I don't know exactly where I live. I get tired, I switch off in fact - Mars means Mars. Fatigue is when I stop being able to process incoming information. Yesterday I passed out in orbit of the planet Guernikora, this is in the neighboring galaxy of the Andromeda Nebula. There was one not very pleasant meeting at work... Now I’m at a conference in Surbonitron, not far from Aldebaran. Subject? Still the same: the ability to increase internal memory. I am a sales manager for memories. Memory capacity is a very important component of life for me. Life? What it is? I haven’t fully figured this out yet...” (Maxim Bakharev.)