Sleep was cured sixty years ago. Humanity gained eight extra hours a day and lost something it can't name. Now a woman in a basement apartment charges five hundred euros for twenty minutes of unconsciousness — and her waiting list is three months long.
Carmen preparaba la habitación como si fuera un ritual. Sábanas limpias, temperatura a dieciocho grados, una lámpara que imitaba la luz del atardecer. Todo perfecto.
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