“Stop paying what?” Riya whispered.
And for the first time in thirty years, Neo-Mumbai looked away from its screens. screenly cost
Riya looked behind her. Through the shrinking hole in reality, she could see her capsule. Her screen, now dark, lay on the floor. And through the thin walls, she heard the muffled laughter of her neighbors, watching their dancing influencers, paying their own invisible cost. “Stop paying what