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Arthur scoffed. He was a Luddite. He still wrote checks at the grocery store. But the boredom was a heavy blanket, so he shuffled to his dusty home office. The old monitor hummed to life. He typed: skygolf.com/login .

He had finally figured it out. The login wasn't a URL. It was a state of mind.

He typed his name: ArthurPendelton .

A black screen appeared. No graphics, no menus. Just a single, pulsing cursor next to the word: .

Invalid credentials.

On the 18th hole, as he lined up a five-foot birdie putt, the screen flickered.

The screen shimmered. A soft, warm breeze filled his office, carrying the scent of freshly cut grass. He blinked. His armchair was gone. He was standing on a tee box floating on a bed of cumulus clouds. The fairway was a ribbon of emerald green stitched into the sky. The flags below weren't on greens; they were on the peaks of distant, snowy mountains. skygolf.com login

The 19th Hole in the Clouds