[ WP ] In 2050 big corporations have LOST . Strict anti monopoly laws prevent any company from having more than a handful of employees and competing outside regional markets .

`` Can I call Alaiksi to ask whether I can come over?'' Jima asked her mother who was darning a sock by the window. 
 
 `` Is your homework all done?'' she asked, keeping her eyes on the cloth. 
 
 `` Yes. Sure is!'' 
 
 `` Are you really certain?'' she asked, while adjusting her glasses. 
 
 `` Ai-ki-mo-ga-li certain!'' she said and took the phone off its charger. It was a simple thing created by two blokes in the neighborhood with a 3D printer and access to free software repositories. Its shell showed a mirabelle plum in a joke which Jima was too young to understand. 
 
 `` Do n't use Ai-ki-mo-ga-li for trivial things like that. You know it stands for those who won us the revolution.'' her mother chided. 
 
 `` Sorry, Mum! Can I call though?'' 
 
 `` Sure! Which phuong does she live in?'' Mum asked. 
 
 `` It's behind the park, but not near the chapel. Near where the wild blueberries grow. That's 6th phuong, yes?'' 
 
 `` It is, yeah, so their relay code is 20, area code is 06 and transfer code is either 50 or 36, depending on whether they are with Lijamu or Saril. You get this?'' 
 
 Jima pouted: `` That makes it just too difficult. I do n't get this...'' 
 
 Mum now looked at her and motioned her to come towards the window. `` Remember: RATE: relay, area, transfer, expected participant.'' 
 
 `` Sure, Relay is...?'' Jima struggled and her mother let her for this moment. `` Relay is... the state exchange. The same relay needs to exist between 2... companies, yes? Otherwise it is not clear whom to contact. Because the next numbers are like block and house sections, but relay tells us the street they are in.'' she rehashed an analogy she picked up in school. 
 
 `` Great! You get it!'' 
 
 `` But why is it so hard?'' she complained. 
 
 `` Because we had to re-purpose things which used to belong to the megas, before the revolution and had to make it our own. That leads to crufty solutions like that.'' 
 
 Jima shook her head, but did n't say anything. It was clear that she did n't fully believe the stories about the megas, that she deemed them like Father Frost. Then she realized what she was about to do: `` I'll call Alaiksi!'' Her mother obseved as she dialed every number painstakenly slow and as earnest as a 6 year old could do it, then put the phone on speaker. A tinny voice, recorded not generated like before the revolution, informed about the inter-network prices. After a pause to hang up, the call was patched through and Jima's Mum asked Alaiksi's father whether Jima could come over. He accepted, and Jima almost immedaitely jumped into her sandals and was on her way. 
 
 `` Too be young again...'' said her mother as she saw Jima run past the window. Her eyes glanced over the newspaper headline: The city welcomed its 100'000th citizen.
