Previously in fiction often in the world of the future met such a mechanism as a moving sidewalk. Imagine yourself in the world of the future. You are standing on the sidewalk, doing your business. Here is a friend. Smiles, like affairs, like relatives, were sick. I woke up to the end of the city. But this is the future, but Russia, and therefore, the sidewalk is not working in the opposite direction. Buses after the introduction of such trottoirs were abolished. You get a cell phone to call a taxi, and here o-la-la - comes out cyberspace. The outbursting police cabin-automat twice whispered and extinguished. The girlfriend was always a cunning ugly, and you didn’t even notice how and when she washed. When you look back, you realize that there is nowhere to wait for help. Next to the washing machine were rolled two alkasas with built-in self-propelled devices, the garbage bot-bomz in the cycled mode took out a piece of package from the tank and squeezed it back, while nervously hiccalled, there was not even a hint of light in the windows of the houses... and only cyber rapists approached with strange angled movements, reminiscent of a wild dance due to incorrectly embedded implants. And you stand like this and think, “I didn’t have anything for my bread.”