When the file finally landed on his desktop, he didn't use a standard e-reader. He opened it in a raw text editor. The code was beautiful. Between the tags and the paragraphs, there were lines of hexadecimal that didn't belong. They looked like coordinates. Or maybe, Alexei thought, they were instructions for the brain's visual cortex.
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He began to read. The prose was hypnotic, a rhythmic exploration of how humans stopped dreaming when they started consuming. It argued that "dreaming is not harmful" was a lie—that true dreaming was the most dangerous act a person could commit because it created a reality that no government could tax or track. When the file finally landed on his desktop,