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When the twenty-four hours were up, the shard hissed and dissolved.

He opened the door to find his neighbor, Silas. Silas was an "Ultra-Premium" subscriber. In Arthur's eyes, Silas was surrounded by a faint, golden aura—the universal symbol of someone who hadn't seen a commercial since the Great Bandwidth Wars of ’35. Do you want no ads?

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. When the twenty-four hours were up, the shard

Arthur’s doorbell rang. Or rather, a jingle for a popular insurance firm played. In Arthur's eyes, Silas was surrounded by a