Do You Want No Ads? -

Arthur’s doorbell rang. Or rather, a jingle for a popular insurance firm played.

He walked to the window. Outside, the sky wasn't filled with flying delivery drones or shimmering corporate logos. It was just a deep, midnight blue. He saw stars—actual stars—not the "Star-Glow™" synthetic constellations that usually advertised sparkling water. 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. Arthur’s doorbell rang

"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. Arthur’s doorbell rang. Or rather