About the book: year / I'm tired of optimists. You know, those who don’t know how the Ilyich light bulb, which was invented by Edison, was designed (do you know?), but are ready to shout at every corner about the triumph of progress, without specifying, however, over whom exactly. I am also tired of pessimists who say that our civilization is going downhill... everything is going downhill. And I’m tired of explaining my point of view on the future. I'm often asked about this, but few people are willing to accept the fact that I'm actually trying to explain something. This is about the reasons for the appearance of this text. There will be a future. This text is just a point of view, and a very subjective one. This is a game. That's how I play. I make some assumptions about what can be squeezed out of this or that technology, and try, again, subjectively, to estimate what consequences this will lead to for us, consumers. Most likely, none of this will be true. Most likely, everything will be much worse (remember this phrase).