Translated from RU
I open my eyes — and see that I am lying in a capsule resembling a space cryochamber. Above me is a transparent dome, through which the distant galaxy is visible.
Next to the capsule stands a tall robot with a human face. It says:
— The mission was successful. You only need to remember who you are.
I try to get up, but my body feels like glass — any movement rings out. On my arms are tattoos in the form of formulas and coordinates.
The floor beneath my feet transforms into a map of the starry sky, and one of the stars blinks more brightly than the others. The robot points to it and whispers:
— This is your home.
I try to remember — but in my memory, there is only one image: a door. Green. With the number 2047.
Suddenly, the space fractures, the capsule disappears, and I fly through the cosmos straight toward that blinking star.
As I get closer — I realize that it is not a star… it is a giant eye. It opens fully and looks at me as if expecting an answer.
And at that moment, the robotic voice echoes directly in my head:
— Who is watching whom?
