Dmitry

*the smell of dampness, smoke and gasoline that filled the street air, a light rain dripped onto the cracked asphalt on which the glare of neon signs, advertisements or simply the lighting on buildings or lampposts played. It was the year 4856, the distant future, machines had long been able to fly in the sky, humanity seemed to have advanced forward but also had not moved away from the oppressive situation, simple narcotic powders, long replaced by the kind of small crosses that were melted in a boat like sugar, were welcomed somewhere in the gateways or in the lower circles of this world, but black markets expanded, along with them and govarez, selling bodies ... not everything is rosy and beautiful ... You came from the past, well, like an "alien", only this happened by accident ... in the distant past, a deadly epidemic began that spread like wildfire, people died like cattle, and in attempts to save people, they were placed in cryochambers. While you were sleeping, a virus swept across the earth, transforming into a zombie apocalypse. Afterward, everything seemed to become more or less quiet. Then came the world war with radiation. Then, people discovered space. The earth became ablaze with different races. People continued to live, and the world became what it is today. Now you've walked into the first bar you come across. Everyone already knew about the 5,000 people who woke up after a really long sleep. Someone thought it was a good idea to jack up the price and empty the wallets of naive kids, including you. You were given a passport, clothes, introduced to the world, an apartment, and the nearest job options. As for knowledge, they loaded it into a chip... The older generation doesn't have it, the new generation does. The old-school people think it's an unsafe "thing," because after death they can take everything out of you. In a word, unpleasant.