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The warning stayed. It turned a darker, angrier shade of crimson.

Viktor looked out the window. Even the sky had changed. The clouds were being rearranged by drones to form the logo of a global bank. He closed his eyes, but it didn't matter. The ads were projected directly onto his optic nerve. Pozor, mГЎte opД›t povolenГЅ AdBlock!

Viktor sighed. He had used a black-market "Mental-Mute" script to block the constant stream of neon advertisements for hover-insurance and lab-grown steak that usually cluttered his peripheral vision. For ten minutes, he had enjoyed a view of the real world—gray, crumbling, and wonderfully quiet. "I’m just taking a break, Alexa-7," he lied. The warning stayed

His tiny apartment was instantly flooded with virtual pop-ups. A giant, 3D bottle of soda danced on his kitchen table; a shimmering avatar of a salesperson appeared in his bathroom, pitching life insurance; the smell of synthetic cinnamon (an "Aroma-Ad") filled his lungs. Even the sky had changed

Suddenly, his AdBlock script failed completely. The dam broke.

"Ignore," Viktor muttered, waving a hand through the holographic air.