#dystopian-fiction

#dystopian-fiction

I still have that copy; I've carried it through half a dozen states and a dozen moves and uncountable phases of my life. Twenty-seven years later, its pages are vanilla-sweet, from the decaying lignin; the imprint was long ago absorbed into another. But "I Who Have Never Known Men," which was first published thirty years ago, in French, has found new life.

The neural chip initially seems beneficial, enhancing metabolism and productivity, but failure to sleep transforms users into ravenous monsters, leading to apocalyptic consequences.