He sat back down, defeated. As the neon lights burned through his eyelids, a soft chime sounded. "" the voice asked.
"Viktor," a smooth, synthesized voice echoed in his ear—the Voice of the Premium Subscription. "We notice your consciousness is currently filtering out the mandatory sensory experiences provided by our sponsors. This is a violation of the Living License Agreement." Pozor, mГЎte opД›t povolenГЅ AdBlock!
Viktor didn't answer. He just waited for the "Skip Ad" button to appear in his soul. It never did. He sat back down, defeated
"Ignore," Viktor muttered, waving a hand through the holographic air. "Viktor," a smooth, synthesized voice echoed in his
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.