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Arthur had scoffed. He was a man of vacuum tubes and soldering irons. This “future” felt like a ghost in the machine.

And then, he heard a new sound. Not the laugh track. Not the yabba-dabba-doo. Download The Flintstones

He was standing in the driveway of 345 Cave Avenue. His neighbor, Barney Rubble, was chipping a fossil out of his own front yard. Arthur had scoffed

After that, the seams started to show. He’d be driving his car and notice the same pterodactyl fly past the same cloud formation every twelve seconds. He’d have the same conversation with Barney about the Water Buffalo Lodge, word for word, the inflection identical. The laughter of the audience was no longer comforting; it was a metronome, mechanical and indifferent. And then, he heard a new sound

The world dissolved.