"Yeah, yeah, I'm a relic, I get it," Paul bitched without malice-- and once more resisted the urge to ask things about politics. He carefully watched, though, having already understood that life here basically revolved around these piece-of-shit phones.

"Holo," he read, squinting at the screen (note to self-- go steal some contact lens cleaning solution, goddammit). "That's the projection thing they were yakking about when each of us arrived, yeah?"