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Fragments
The sun above blazes. A temp of 65 with a soft breeze. In a nice suburb a man jogs past a house, throws his hand at an older lady enjoying the peacefulness of the morning on her porch, sipping on great cup of coffee. 

The lady waves back with a grin.

The jogger turns a corner and passes more houses, hears a few barking dogs, throws a wave or two at folks sitting on their porch or getting ready to mow their yard. When he passes a two-story brick house he stops, sticks both hand son his hips and sucks in some air. He checks his watch. Then bends to tie his shoe. 
The front door to the brick opens and a man steps out, carrying a briefcase. Before taking another step he hesitates. Turns back. Smiles. Leans forward. 
He and his wife embrace.
He continues the smile as slides behind the wheel of his air car in the driveway. He notices the jogger and throws a wave. 
The jogger returns the gesture.
All is well in this perfect little suburb. Much like all is perfect in this husband's world. A good wife. The best in the world. Approved by the corporation they are going to start working on having a baby. Something they had been talking about for over a year. They live in a great neighborhood. He works at the largest employer in the colony, the Slader Corporation. Receiving his engineering degree was not easy. It took long hours and a lot of coffee with a slice of patience. But it paid off. It paid off so well that it scored him a 6 figure salary a year. Pretty good going from working as a manager at bork Burgers. Thank the gods the corporation gave him the substantial training to do what he is employed to do for them. If this top secret experiment goes well, it will solve the high crime rate in the colony for good.
The jogger stands on the sidewalk and shields his eyes from the sun to watch the air car blast into the sky. He sneers and wastes no time taking a leap and bound onto the porch, ripping the screen door from its hinges and crashing through the front door of the house and finding the wife in the kitchen and attacking her. 
She has no chance. In the blink of her blue eyes her world goes sideways.
“No one wishes this to happen,” a man says as the picture goes dark, “ever. No one wants to receive a call at work their loved one is hospitalized because of a break-in at their own home. The result would be horrific, traumatizing, causing the victim never return to a place they could once call a safety net; a home where they have always been safe and sound; knowing that it could possibly happen to them again.”
The unseen speaker makes his appearance. Tall. clean cut. Suit and tie. 
“Here at Gorrack-Shiffler we have developed the best in security for such dreadful things happening such as this. So why not pay the money and get the best in security these days called Fragments? An invisible electrified screen that will stop intruders in an instant. We guarantee it. Don’t worry about buying another costly security camera from the local consumer electronics retailer store, or one of their fancy high-dollar doorbells to spy on folks who step on your porch and steal your package. I find that masquerade equal in engaging in voyeurism activity.  “Folks, we have a solution for your problem. We guarantee it.  “One word: Fragments. Invest in it. It is best in security on toady’s fluctuating market. You will never be dissatisfied with our product. You will be able to enjoy the peace of mind that you are safe at your own house. We guarantee it. “Just remember one thing: Fragments, safe when used as directed. “If by chance you are not satisfied with this product of ours, there is no worries. Seriously. Your money will be returned 100 percent. We’ll even throw in an extra 50 percent as a big Thank you for taking the chance to try our great product. “How’s that sound?“Installation of Fragments comes with no out of pocket expense. Free of charge. Allow our professionals install it for you while you sit back and enjoy your day. You will then be able to using an app on your phone enabling you to control Fragments, setting it to ON, or setting it OFF. The app also gives the consumer an option to activate their product by voice recognition. “Now, let’s return to this house invasion again, rewinding it, showing you what will happen if this young couple purchased Fragments.
In a nice suburb a man jogs past a few houses, throws his hand at one older lady enjoying the peacefulness of the morning on her porch, sipping on great cup of coffee. 
The lady waves back with a grin.
The jogger turns a corner and passes more houses, hears a few barking dogs, throws a wave or two at folks sitting on their porch or getting ready to mow their yard. When he passes a two-story brick house he stops, sucks in air, checks his watch, bends to tie his shoe. 
The front door to the brick opens and a young man steps out, carrying a briefcase. Before taking another step he hesitates. Turns back. Smiles. Leans forward. 
He and his wife embrace.
He continues the smile as slides behind the wheel of his air car in the driveway. He notices the jogger and waves. 
The jogger returns the gesture.
All is well in this perfect little suburb. Much like all is perfect in this husband's world.         
The jogger stands on the sidewalk and shields his eyes from the sun to watch the air car blast into the sky. He sneers and wastes no time taking a leap and bound onto the porch, ripping the screen door from its hinges and a second before crashing through the front door of the house a horrid realization punches him in the face. His intrusion has changed tactics, a turn for the worst.     
For him.
He has no chance of retracting his move. No chance of pulling back his forearm which begins a quick turn of events that makes his scream crawl from the bottom of his stomach into his throat beginning with the flesh, muscle and sinew slicing away from the bone on his upper arm in perfect cuts, perfect little cubes of red and skin. 1 inch long by 1 inch width. The skin on his shoulder flays off with a flap, like a bird scrambling for cover, but not before grabbing hold of a long strip of his back and yanking hard. His face becomes the next in line—there is no stopping now, a non-stop flight to Boston—and in a blink more red cubes are grated. Nose. Lips. Fat cheeks. Eyelids. Both ears.
Now a vacancy of flesh, the brain completely dissolved inside the realm while Fragments burrow into the eye sockets and hollow out the skull, there is nothing to direct the corpse, nothing to steer this intruder’s intent, nothing to make it stop as the rest of the corpse—once 200 pounds now a mere 140 if that—is chewed into chunks like the predecessors. The fine cuts are  much more accurate than a top chef welding its butcher knife working in an expensive restaurant cutting apart a slab of beef. 
The remains of the jogger spill onto the foyer’s floor with a few splats and slides, as if being a catch-all for the red meat. With the help of a free Dissolve pad upon purchasing Fragments the floor’s color changes to a bright blue as intruder’s chunks touch it.
The only thing remaining is the intruder’s skeleton, a pile of unmovable parts. 
If the customer who stands there wiping off the dish soap using towel didn’t see it, she wouldn’t have believed it. 
She smiles.
And calls her husband. “John? You’re not going to believe this. It really worked. Yeah. It really worked! Oh, sure, I’m just fine…Nathan? Nathan is great! He’s asleep. Didn’t hear a thing. This was such a great move for us, honey. Thank you very much!”
“Do yourself a favor and invest in Fragments,” the suit and tie says. “You will not be sorry. We guarantee it. We’ll even throw in an extra Dissolve pad to stick on your front porch catching intruders in mid-step before reaching your doorknob or even that mischievous guy or gal who loves stealing your package.
“Just remember, Fragments is safe, when used as directed…”     
This commercial was paid by the Gorrack-Shiffler Corporation.