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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." The year was 2042, and silence had become

Arthur’s doorbell rang. Or rather, a jingle for a popular insurance firm played. But the cheeseburger in his eye was currently