Do You Want No Ads? Guide

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."

Arthur looked at the cheeseburger. He looked at the fake marble walls. He felt the familiar, frantic energy of being sold to, of being a target, of being noticed . Do you want no ads?

Suddenly, a bright, cheerful chime echoed in his mind. The cheeseburger returned, larger and more vibrant than ever. It was joined by a chorus of animated soda cans singing a song about friendship. Arthur sighed, waving a hand through the air

"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! He felt the familiar, frantic energy of being

"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.