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He had a deadline in seven hours. A script for a web series about middle-class ambition. But ambition, Arjun was discovering, had a very loud, very cheap cousin: distraction.

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The camera panned. Behind her, on the rust-colored sand, lay hundreds of people. Not dead—worse. They were half-formed. Their bodies were sketched like storyboards. Their mouths moved, but no sound came out. They were characters that had been started and never finished. Screenwriters, Arjun realized with a jolt. They looked like him. He had a deadline in seven hours

Arjun yanked his hand back. With a roar of effort, he slammed the laptop shut. The video didn’t stop—he could still hear the waves and her laughter—but he grabbed the machine, ripped it from its charger, and hurled it into the bucket of rainwater leaking from the roof. The site loaded slowly, as if wading through molasses