John Jr flicked the switch on the mini HoloSphere. An image of his parents rezzed into view, the holograph flickering into more and more iterations of them. His parents at the center of the Hologram began speaking:
Everything got bad. Real bad, John. No one knew who to trust anymore. Too many overseas POW had been held captive, thinking they were abandoned. The images of them and their descendants were used, to infiltrate America. And our images were manipulated, too. AI stepped in, eventually. It didn't know what to trust. And neither did we.
The images blinked and flickered in front of John Jr. A power surge shot through the cabin; Darkness, and then John Jr heard a small hum from under the floor.
