Once in the mid-1990s my father brought me from abroad an electronic toy with a display, like "Well, weather", only imported, because of which I temporarily raised my rating in the yard. No one, regardless of intelligence and age, knew how to play it. The game involved a machine, a tank, a goose and a power plant. They all responded obediently to the buttons, flashed, ate, moved and mysteriously interacted. I’ve been pressing the buttons for hours trying to grasp the obviously extraterrestrial logic of this toy, and even achieving some results, but in a completely unpredictable way. It is me to the fact that I experience quite familiar emotions working with the new programming complex of our beloved bank’s document turnover.