Bol'shoy chernyy kot spit i vidit son: budto by on vovse ne kot, a chelovek. ...Tam, v etom strannom sne on nosil temno siniy kostyum, svetluyu sorochku i galstuk v polosku. Pil pivo "Tuborg," kuril sigarety "Mal'boro" i rabotal v bol'shom zheltom dome, kotoryy vse nazyvali BANK, kakim-to PROGRAMMISTOM. Rabota byla ne slozhnoy i zaklyuchalas' v tom, chto nado bylo sidet' za stolom pered ploskim ekranom, dvigat' plastmassovoy MYShKOY, da inogda nazhimat' na raznye knopochki. Pri etom na ekrane poyavlyalis' malen'kie chernen'kie chervyachki. Chervyachki vystraivalis' v stroynye ryady i ubegali vverkh, za kray ekrana. (Emu poroy khotelos' poymat' ikh lapoy, no on sderzhival sebya. Ryadom sideli takie zhe, kak on PROGRAMMISTY, no nikto iz nikh etogo ne delal.) Inogda chervyachki smenyalis' tsvetnymi kartinkami. Kartinki dvigalis', smeshchalis' i tozhe propadali...