Murphy's words could not have flown any higher over Cibo's head unless they had hit the next planet. The far future was her home, yes, but all forms of entertainment had long-since been deemed wastes of time and risks for survival.

"A play? Theater? No. We don't know of anything like that. I actually don't think I'm very familiar with that word... Entertainment, you said?

But these 'movies' are a manipulation of images onto video-screens, right? Are they visual playbacks of someone's memory or data? I've shown others my memory in ways like that before."