"I’m fine," Arthur lied. As he spoke, a small disclaimer appeared under his chin in Silas’s view: User’s opinions may be influenced by lack of sleep. Buy 'Snooze-Max' today!
Arthur’s doorbell rang. Or rather, a jingle for a popular insurance firm played. Do you want no ads?
"I’ve got a gift for you," Silas said, handing him a small, grey data-shard. "It’s a cracked 'Ad-Block' bypass. It’s illegal as hell, but it’ll give you twenty-four hours of total darkness. No banners. No jingles. No sponsored dreams." "I’m fine," Arthur lied
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
