He slid the new device out of the envelope. It wasn't a fob. It was a slim, brushed-metal rectangle with a single, recessed button. No screen. He pressed it. Nothing happened.
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The device hummed in agreement. And Arthur knew, with a cold, sinking certainty, that he had just registered for something far more dangerous than net banking. He slid the new device out of the envelope