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Arthur looked down. He wasn't holding a driver. He was holding a shaft of pure light. A black screen appeared

Arthur Pendelton was a man of routine. Every morning at 6:00 AM, he made a pour-over coffee, fed his goldfish, and settled into his leather armchair to check his stocks. But three months into his retirement, the routine had curdled into boredom. A black screen appeared. No graphics

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