Adormecidos (Sleepners)
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Nessa novela de ficção científica somos apresentados a um futuro distópico improvável onde a humanidade decadente mergulha em seus próprios sonhos como escapismo a uma realidade cruel e possivelmente dominada por alienígenas. Somos apresentados ao mítico personagem Hedi Ofir que investiga um crime onírico ocorrido nos corredores de uma empresa produtoras de sonhos para descobrir que mesmo ele fazia parte de um experimento e que sua caça na realidade é uma busca por si mesmo ante um misterioso projeto intitulado 'Oneiros Kronos' que pode dar respostas sobre a natureza de sua realidade. Filosofia e ciência mesclam-se numa das obras prediletas do autor, neste tendo a premissa de que ao dormir despertar-se a outra realidade.
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