The lights from my old LED screen were glittering. Here I was, as I do every day, sitting on this same worn-out chair, in front of my main computer. The only room in my apartment was austere, with a simple sofa, a sanitary block, and a desk, where my various machines, my only friends, were proudly seated. That was enough for me.

With a soft gesture, I grabbed the Energix Can with my left hand and carried it to my mouth, while my other hand was tapping the touch keyboard. In a primary choreography, my index finger slid to the right while leaning against the chair, relieved. My program was over.

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