I don’t know what I dreamed...but it’s definitely not a romantic dream. When I wake up, my parents say:
I wake up at eight o’clock, with the question "status, do you want to get up anymore?"...and my answer is absolutely clear: "I can’t. I’m breaking things down into endless pieces of infinite size, and immediately I started snoring again.
XXX: The Faculty of Cybernetics is, stsuko, a verdict.