How can we get a year without war, guns and explosives in mails? Would it be possible without removing feelings? One little year. Too much to ask for?

Happiness, sadnesses and everything had to go. Politics and religions and everything else that we can’t discuss here have to go. No countries. Sickness have to go. Money and wealth must go. Desires gone. Drugs gone.

Now, we enter the time of the mahines. Year 3000.