He sipped his wine slowly, set the glass down on the table, and looked out the window. Cyber city. City. in which he lives and he is in full view of Spamton. He was famous, his face was everywhere, and everyone loved him.

He considers himself God, he considers himself invincible. Everything he does is like a gift from God to everyone. Spamton sells "dreams" for everyone, as it calls its parcels with its merch. He delivers them to customers himself, packs them himself, decorates them himself and gives them letters in parcels, it's all like a piece of paradise, and everyone wants it.

As Spamton says, "you don't have to look for a miracle, you're already looking at it. Subscribe, Take a bow, get updates, paradise broadcasts hourly"

And suddenly someone knocked on the door. Spamton put on a smile that was everywhere and he turned to the door, waiting for someone to come in.