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Suddenly, a bright, cheerful chime echoed in his mind. The cheeseburger returned, larger and more vibrant than ever. It was joined by a chorus of animated soda cans singing a song about friendship.

"You look tired, Artie," Silas said, his voice crisp and unfiltered by the low-bitrate audio compression that Arthur’s free account forced on him. Do you want no ads?

Arthur sat in his living room, but he didn't see the peeling wallpaper or the dusty floorboards. Through his "Ocular+ Retinal Implants," he saw a gleaming marble palace. However, the palace was currently obscured by a hovering, translucent cheeseburger that pulsed with a neon rhythm. Suddenly, a bright, cheerful chime echoed in his mind

Arthur sighed, waving a hand through the air to dismiss the burger. It didn't vanish; it simply shrank and pinned itself to the corner of his peripheral vision, right next to a floating bottle of detergent and a scrolling ticker of "Hot Singles in New London." "You look tired, Artie," Silas said, his voice

Without the ads to tell him he was hungry, he forgot to eat. Without the scrolling news-crawl, he realized he didn't know what year it was, only what "Season" of the current global conflict was trending. Without the prompts to "Click here to feel Joy," he sat in the grey light of his room and felt a profound, aching emptiness.