One Tuesday, Arthur looked at his hand and decided he didn't want to point anymore. He wanted to grasp. He wanted to feel the weight of a coffee mug without the invisible metadata telling him it was an "active element."

To the citizens of the Upper Div, it was the Law of Alignment. Every morning, they awoke and hovered exactly two inches above their floorboards— vertical-align: top . Gravity was not a force of nature; it was a property of the stylesheet. To slouch was to break the syntax of reality.

Since you asked for a "piece," here is a inspired by that fragment of code: The Pointer The world was governed by a single rule: .ichniUSl .