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It’s a Tuesday in 2078, somewhere in the mountains of what used to be Colorado. You wake up whenever you feel like it. The cabin already knows your circadian rhythm better than you do; light brightens in slow amber waves until you’re ready. Coffee beans roasted two nights ago in...

It’s a Tuesday in 2078, somewhere in the mountains of what used to be Colorado. You wake up whenever you feel like it. The cabin already knows your circadian rhythm better than you do; light brightens in slow amber waves until you’re ready. Coffee—beans roasted two nights ago in Oaxaca,...