Nonfictional story

One day Mr. Y wanted to register on the site of the poster. To add comments, and generally enjoy all the privileges of an insider.

On the website, Mr. Y saw the registration button:


I clicked on it, got a nice window, and began to enter my plain data. By the way, with a password he decided to leave his own name (so as to forget in the confusion):


Mr. S (unlike me) was not surprised at all when the system willingly let him in without being puzzled by the strangeness of the data:


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Now Mr. S calmly writes reviews, leaves comments and so on:


Something is wrong here, huh?