About a year ago, after heeding the advice of celebrity athletes and billionaires alike, I strapped an Eight Sleep Pod 3 cover to my bed, downloaded the app to my phone, and hoped for the best. The results were a near-immediate improvement in my sleep. They were so universal in fact, that when I begrudgingly gave up my bed to my parents during a visit, my very offline dad—who once said he’d swap his iPhone for smoke signals if he could—wanted in on the techiest thing in sleep. Then…

