David was a superstar salesman, effortlessly projecting the image of fame and fortune. He was nothing without his face.
After a pleasant sleep, he awakens to the same routine, beginning with a gaze at the mirror.
His face is gone.
Only two bulging eyes define his head. He rushes to his TV, welcomed by a news presenter...
Also without a face.
Driving past homes, shops and parks reinforces the same bleak image. Everyone is faceless. He stumbles on a superstore named Face-Space, in which hundreds wait in line, hoping for the same thing. “Can I buy a face?” David wondersinternally.
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