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The hologram sputtered, then burst into fireworks of neon orange and teal. A tiny voice whispered, “Correct… for now.”
“Delivery for Lena. Please confirm.”
The doorbell rang precisely at 11:47 p.m. A sleek, matte‑black delivery drone hovered at the threshold, its rotors buzzing like a swarm of angry wasps. The drone’s hatch opened with a sigh, and out rolled a perfectly rectangular slab of pizza, still steaming.