"Maybe," Marcus said. "But at least I'll be able to hear myself think."
Marcus stared at the screen, the glow reflecting off his reading glasses. He was a mid-list author in a world that had dissolved the "mid-list." In the age of StreamVerse—the monolithic conglomerate that controlled 80% of global entertainment—content wasn't art; it was fuel. It was data points designed to keep eyes on screens and thumbs off the "Skip" button. descargarvideosxxx