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“Whiskey,” Elias said to the bartender. “Whatever’s open.”

The entertainment system was a monument to loneliness. A 120-inch micro-LED screen dominated the far wall, currently displaying a screensaver of aurora borealis dancing over a fjord. The soundbar alone cost more than most people’s cars. Elias had a 4K projector in the bedroom, a vinyl collection worth a small fortune, and a home theater with seats that vibrated in sync with explosions. He could watch any movie, any show, any concert from any era, in crystalline perfection.

Elias turned off the movie. He didn’t even say “Goodnight” to the empty room. He walked to his closet, past the rows of designer suits he wore only for video calls, and pulled on a pair of old jeans and a weathered hoodie. He grabbed his keys, not his car keys—he took the elevator down, walked through the marble lobby where the concierge gave him a surprised nod, and stepped out onto the sidewalk.

His phone buzzed. A notification from his smart home system: Your Peloton class is in 15 minutes. Another buzz: Reminder: Private chef arrives at 8 PM for your solo tasting menu. A final buzz: New movie added to your queue: ‘Lost in Translation.’






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