My mozhem zhit' sredi lyudey

Na ogromnoy, kak gorod, orbital'noy stancii MOAG zhivut schastlivye, krasivye, umnye deti. Ih vospityvayut, obuchayut i obsluzhivayut roboty – zabotlivye nyan'ki, uchitelya, ohranniki. No gde zhe ih roditeli, pochemu oni nikogda ne naveschayut detey? I kakoe buduschee ugotovano shkol'nikam, kotorye seychas uchatsya na programmistov, kosmicheskih shturmanov, robototehnikov? Interesnaya rabota, ispolnenie vseh zhelaniy, puteshestviya po Vselennoy ili chto-to zhutkoe, neponyatnoe, o chem govoritsya v strashnoy schitalke, kotoruyu malyshi shepotom povtoryayut, poka ne slyshat roboty? MOAG hranit mnogo tayn, i obitatelyam stancii predstoit razgadat' ih, inache oni ne smogut vyzhit', ne smogut zhit' sredi lyudey.