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The heart monitor flatlined.

The beige walls melted into a lurid, volcanic-orange sky. The smell of menthol was replaced by the sharp, pleasant tang of smoked dinosaur ribs and wet brontosaurus hide. Arthur—no, Fred —felt a sudden, impossible weight in his gut. His arms were thick as hams, his feet absurdly flat. He was wearing a blue and orange spotted tunic. Download The Flintstones

Arthur tried to exit. He shouted, “Log out! Log out!” But the neural link was a one-way door he had left open too long. His brain had mapped itself onto Fred’s neural patterns. To leave now would be a kind of amputation. The heart monitor flatlined

It was a beep. A slow, rhythmic beep. The sound of a heart monitor. Fred —felt a sudden