“We” is the world of the XXXII century, where names are replaced with letters and numbers; people eat processed oil products; the state controls everything, including citizens’ intimate lives; and having a soul is a reason for a visit to a psychotherapist. “Fiction,” you say—anything can be invented. Yes, but for that “anything,” written by Yevgeny Zamyatin in 1920, the author was persecuted, and the novel in the USSR was published only 68 years later. Fiction turned out to be sharp enough to hurt the eyes—and, as we know, that’s what truth usually does. This was in the twentieth century, and today there are one hundred years less than what remains to the thirty-second century presented by Zamyatin. Look into it now!