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When the jacket arrived three days later—delivered not by a drone, but by a human courier who actually knocked—Elias felt a rush the predictive sensors couldn't categorize. It was the thrill of the hunt.

The year was 2034, and the "Buy" button had become a relic of a slower era. In its place was , a predictive shopping interface that lived in the corner of Elias’s vision via a sleek contact lens.

"Matching pigment found," a soft voice whispered in his ear. "Eco-silk throw pillows in Indigo Dahlia. Arriving via drone in twelve minutes. Confirm?" Elias blinked twice. Confirmed.