The bustling activity of the Earth colonizers had long since died out, so no one could be found on the deserted streets of «Spaceport 15» except astromechanical droids – local law enforcement officers. Spacelunch was looking for something special here, rather than an answer to another puzzle. By mixing the serum reagents to study the space-time continuum, the professor hoped to gain access to the primordial hearth and reassign internal directives. After taking the right dosage, he habitually looked at his partner and, barely uttering a word, felt a soft isoteric glow. – The chosen path is not accidental, my friend. – Cat? Did you just say that?! – The universe will take care of everything, just listen to yourself...