a smooth, celestial voice asked. "UPGRADE TO TOTAL-SILENCE FOR JUST 9,999 CREDITS A MONTH!"
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 hesitated. The last person caught using a bypass was relegated to the "Ad-Supported Eternal Life" program—digitized and forced to read terms and conditions for a thousand years. But the cheeseburger in his eye was currently doing a tap-dance. "I'll take it," Arthur whispered. That night, Arthur slotted the shard into his temple port. a smooth, celestial voice asked