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By the time he reached his front door, he could hear the faint whir of a delivery hexacopter descending toward his porch. It wasn’t just about speed; it was about the death of friction. There were no credit card numbers to type, no passwords to recover, and no "shipping and handling" to calculate. The global logistics mesh knew his body measurements better than he did and his aesthetic preferences before he felt them. But that evening, a glitch occurred. While scrolling through a digital archive of 20th-century