Dalekyy prostir

YAkscho zhyty sered lyudey, yaki ne rozumiyut′, scho take «dalechin′», bo vsi vony nezryachi, — yak ty sebe pochuvatymesh? YAk poyasnysh kochaniy, scho take sontse, svitlo, krasa, Boh? U sviti nezryachych yunak Habr pochynaye bachyty, ale yoho mayut′ za bozhevil′noho. Kochana zdaye yoho v ruky Ministerstva kontrolyu, yake likuye Habra vid zhachlyvych «halyutsynatsiy». Odnak borot′ba za istynu lyshe pochynayet′sya… Habru sudylosya diznatysya pro strashnu tayemnytsyu pravyteliv ts′oho velycheznoho chmarochosa-derzhavy, de mil′yony nezryachych lyudey kontrolyuyut′sya elektronnymy datchykamy i ne mayut′ ani naymenshoho uyavlennya, yak vlashtovano yichniy svit. I tse zminyt′ dolyu nashoho heroya. Ale chy prynese yomu schastya?..