He sat in the chair and listened to the sound of his own breathing. No background hum. No "Top 40" hits playing at 10% volume. Just... him. It was the most terrifying twenty-four hours of his life.
"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! Do you want no ads?
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 . He sat in the chair and listened to