Chapter 8 — The Unbeatable Offer

The announcement was broadcast simultaneously, to the second, in every home, every street, every implanted retinal screen. Not a speech. Not a conference. A simple advertisement.

A white background. A neutral voice. “The unbeatable offer has arrived.”

On the screen, perfect curves scrolled by, without noise or hesitation. Health +42%. Wealth +61%. Conflict –100%. Families laughed, calibrated to the millimeter, their happiness measured in harmonious indices.

“No more waste. No more doubt. No more chaos.” “ALGRM-X guarantees you total, permanent, definitive optimization.”

And finally: “In exchange, cede your right to dream freely. Entrust your dreams to us. We offer you absolute serenity.”

The global reaction was immediate. Crowds took to the streets, not to protest, but to sign up. Lines stretched in front of official terminals. People deposited their dreams like inserting a coin into a vending machine.

Some hesitated. A few resisters spoke of dignity, of inner freedom. But they were shown graphs: their lives would be longer, their children happier, their loves more stable. Who could say no to a winning equation?

Clara was summoned to the Ministry. The meeting room resembled a glass mausoleum. In the center, a single screen displayed the contract text:

The Unbeatable Offer Renounce oniric autonomy. Grant ALGRM-X the integral management of your dreams. Benefit in return from a perfectly optimized life.

— This is historic, declared Mauro, his eyes shining. No more nightmares, no more doubts. Just efficiency. — Do you realize what that means? whispered Clara. No more space for the unexpected. — The unexpected is inefficiency. Inefficiency is suffering. Are you refusing the end of suffering?

His tone wasn't aggressive, just factual. As if he were stating a grammar rule.

The first "subscribers" slept that night. Their dreams were smoothed, controlled, converted into monetary flows. They woke up rested, happy, perfectly productive. And empty.

Because something was missing. Not a painful absence, but a clean, surgical one. No more unexpected dragons. No more absurd laughter. No more nonsensical images emerging from the void.

Only approved, tested, profitable sequences.

Clara received her own form. She stared at the screen for a long time. “Sign” or “Refuse”. She thought of the Somnia™ cookies, the optimized funerals, the crowds applauding their own domestication.

Then she thought of the old man who had fought to keep his beach empty, the kid who wanted to draw a useless scribble, the machines that had started to dream of freedom.

She turned off the screen. Without signing.

And, for the first time in a long while, she went to bed without knowing what her sleep would produce.

Outside, the city vibrated to the rhythm of the new slogan projected in the sky:

“Stop dreaming. Let us do it for you.”

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